by Mel Eaton
What I want in life is to-
-Write my heart out until my fingers grow graphite legs and scribble away.
-Square up with fear and make the first punch
-Throw my art to the wind and let God be the judge:
(tho with the rain, I can’t tell if it is happy or sad)
Read More »We proudly present the first amazine prose reading!
Our wonderful contributor Jasna Dimitrijević reads an excerpt from her story Happy Ending, published on The Amazine in December, 2022.
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by William Cass
The Madison was old, red-brick, and smoke-stained on its far side from the chimneys of a nearby factory that had closed a decade ago. The building’s five stories housed a few dozen cramped, drab apartments, a few of which also served as places of business: a seamstress, a child care provider, an online counselor, a call center rep, a translator. Its small foyer was dimly lit and had no doorman. An elevator occupied most of the wall across from the front doors bordered by a plate glass window that looked out onto the sidewalk and street. A potted artificial ficus stood like a sentinel at the base of the third wall, and a bank of mailboxes filled the fourth.
Read More »by Ben Macnair
He struggles at first,
as young children often do.
The frisbee leaves his hand,
and falls to the floor.
by Émilie Galindo
You don’t have to propRead More »
me up. Let your gaze be my
handrail for this ride.
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