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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
2 days 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
2 days 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
2 days ago1 min read
Ode to Boots
If boots could talk the tales they’d tell
of wearied limbs up random fell
Kate Noble
2 days ago2 min read
Toleration
I know we don’t share points of view
you skirt ‘round me, I guard ‘round you
Kate Noble
2 days 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
2 days ago2 min read
I remember Indonesia, 1997: A Short Translated Poem
I remember…
Vivid sights.
John RC Potter
2 days 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
2 days 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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