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The Rush Magazine
Discover New Voices in Literature


Can You Love Me Laissez-faire
Can you love me laissez-faire
when the path leads to and fro
and not succumb to daily wear?
R. Gerry Fabian
18 hours ago1 min read


Goodbye Ghost
awake again without a reason why
the ghostly fingers drag along my spine
telling me that everything is fine
that I don’t have to suffer; dry my eyes.
Aila Michelle Weiner
18 hours ago1 min read


While I Sit By My Window With My Dogs
In the hills behind my house, bodies burn
The vapors rise over the sakuras
While I sit by my window with my dogs
Danny Joe Robb
18 hours ago1 min read


Ode to Boots
If boots could talk the tales they’d tell
of wearied limbs up random fell
Kate Noble
18 hours ago2 min read


Toleration
I know we don’t share points of view
you skirt ‘round me, I guard ‘round you
Kate Noble
18 hours ago1 min read


Where I Landed
I’ve lived in France for decades but still feel an outsider.
Born in St. Thomas, I had Jewish parents of Creole-color,
wealthy merchants who never approved of my valuing
Barbara Crane
18 hours ago2 min read


I remember Indonesia, 1997: A Short Translated Poem
I remember…
Vivid sights.
John RC Potter
18 hours ago1 min read


Hawker
Raju had no choice. Beggars can’t be choosers. He had to do it. His natural disposition didn’t suit this kind of work, but a man does what he must do to survive. That’s how it goes.
Aditya Gauri
18 hours ago1 min read

Micro Fiction


Poetry in Motion/Poesía en movimiento
By Ángel Ruby Vásquez Angel Ruby Vasquez is a writer, actor, filmmaker, and poet-storyteller dedicated to the craft of inspirational creative writing. His work spans film, radio, fashion media, and education. He has worked as a camera assistant, public radio announcer, media director, educational facilitator, and substitute teacher. Angel Ruby Vasquez es escritor, actor, cineasta y poeta-narrador, dedicado al arte de la escritura creativa inspiradora. Su trabajo abarca el c
Angel Ruby Vasquez
Feb 91 min read


Coming Out
I first learned that my father was the Messiah in 1989, just days before my 20th birthday. The two of us were in a coffee shop, not far from Tel Aviv University, where he was a professor of statistics and I, a second-year student of philosophy.
Gil Hochberg
Nov 9, 20254 min read
Micro Non-Fiction
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