No Daylight – 1

By Adam Albaari – Contributing Writer   *This is part 1 of a 5 part series.   On the morning Zizek contacted me, I’d already noticed the strange emails in my inbox. He told me that I had no concern for alarm, but that I should meet him at, “a coffee shop that doesn’t have…

August 15, 2018
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To Get Her

By Tyree C. Worthy – Contributing Poet     Be Playful But not immature Exude strength But don’t overbear Show interest Nothing shallow though Bond for real Not for nuts Practice faith And lose fiction Don’t say love And live otherwise Shed the weapons. They no longer serve you. Be her protector. Therein lies your…

August 15, 2018
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Empty Circles

By Julia Gene Taylor – Contributing Poet   We perched atop an empty plinth With each other to lean against Lust between our lips Your voice sweet enough   To reach the spot inside of me That ached for something true Didn’t want to get down too soon, But you moved too smooth. Your skin…

August 8, 2018
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She Cannot Sleep: Between Fiction and Friction

  By Nolan Storey – Editor in Chief / Contributing Writer   It’s nearly 2am and she cannot sleep because of a dull throbbing in her head. She can’t let her thoughts rest because they refuse to stop racing. She knows she could take her medication and go through her days sedated like she used…

August 8, 2018
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The Religious Liberty Task Force: A Rhymed Response

By Nolan Storey – Editor in Chief / Staff Poet   You have no power here, Death has no dominion, And though as life, you appear, We see through the haze, your lies. You are truly a cage, And to those of us with open eyes, A cage is death.   Freedom is our dominion,…

August 1, 2018
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February 1, 2068

By Nolan Storey – Editor in Chief / Contributing Writer I wake up to familiar noises.  Banging, metal crunching against metal.  Men, yelling orders to each other frantically.  The incessant beeping and metallic swerving of the cranes.  My small room quakes periodically when the cranes are directly overhead.  Sighing, I shake the sleep from my…

August 1, 2018
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The Colors of Exposition Boulevard

By Julia Gene Taylor – Contributing Poet If you like Julia’s poetry, be sure to check out some of Big Easy Magazine’s earlier published poems here and here!

August 1, 2018
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Horticulture of a Healer

Nolan Storey – Editor in Chief / Staff Poet   Her Green Thumb Heals the land she graces, Her open heart, Loves the people she faces. Her laugh, Her voice, Her smile, Lift up the spirits of all the folks. Her flawless sense of style, Is matched only by her wit, Bespoke.   She is…

July 25, 2018
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We are All Green and Gelatinous on the Inside

By Fritz Westenberger – Contributing Writer Drake was not emo. He was a gamer kid, and he was playing his game like nobody’s business. However, he was not succeeding in working through certain emotions. Wilma Sectna called him a creepypasta giant, meaning, he was tall, skinny, and emo. He was not emo. Drake should have…

July 25, 2018
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A Midsummer Night’s Hangover

Nolan Storey – Editor in Chief / Staff Poet   The dull ache Behind these eyes, In this jaw If only for the sake Of this disguise, Face rubbed raw. Dragging feet Day by day, Through brambles, Broken glass And sharpened clay. My soul is weary And needs rest. Peace, Always outside my reach, Though…

July 18, 2018
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