Photo by Serhat Beyazkaya on Unsplash

She was slumped over at her desk; neatly brushed black hair swayed with the oscillations of a fan in the corner of her four and a half tatami room. Before her lay a computer, the monitor was pitch black; through it I gazed upon my own reflection. The room was in neat order; futon made up well in a corner, no dust in sight, sink sparkling. For a woman who didn’t own a robotic sābanto her apartment was well-cared for. She must have worked hard in life. Now she was dead. Tachibana Naoto, office worker, aged 24.

I looked over…


A story of two Americans who risked their lives in the Kurdish-led fight against ISIS

Chris at the YPG International Academy with the International Revolutionary People’s Guerrilla Forces flag. Image Credit: Heval Nestor

Caught in the tangled spider web of alliances and factions of the Syrian Civil War are the Kurds. Geography has not been kind to this Iranian ethnic group which has historically dwelled in what is now eastern Turkey, northern Iraq, northwestern Iran and northern Syria. The Kurds have always lived on the borders of empires, stretching back to the times of Alexander. The Ottomans and Safavids fought bitterly over the land. …


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Nothing left but fireflies, and lies
And sparks of May

Nothing left but fireflies, and lies
You’ve gone away

Nothing left but fireflies;
And lies.

A flash, bang, fizzle
World turned upside down
Rightside up?
Rightside down!

Around and around and around

Nothing ventured.

Nothing ventured!

And certainly nothing gained
Except for pain and fireflies;
And lies.

Forgotten
But certainly not gone
Certainly!
Probably.

Nothing left but fireflies, and lies
And sparks of May

Nothing left but fireflies, and lies
You’ve gone away

Nothing left but fireflies
And fireflies
And fireflies
And fireflies and fireflies and fireflies and fireflies

Analyzed…


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I saw you in the stars again
You shone as bright as ever
And though I see you everyday
I know I’ll touch you never

I was missing you at work again
My head was filled with thoughts of us
But once again when I came home
You’d been replaced by dust

We chatted on the phone again
Until the battery turned red
It was nice to hear your voice once more
Even though it’s in my head

I stayed in bed again all day
Just staring at the ceiling
I got real high and cried a bit
A very familiar feeling…

Jeff Hanrahan

Creative writer, occasional photographer, and freelance journalist. Loves cyberpunk, hip-hop, hiking, and basketball.

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