Ink In Thirds – Vol. 2, Issue 6

Another gorgeous issue thanks to all the talented individuals who help foster the love of the written word and the arts. I am forever grateful to all of our readers, and champions of small press and indy magazines & journals. Remember, keep writing. Keep submitting. Keep your passions burning!

Much Love and Ink,



photo by Michael Anthony


Home. All my Memories of it, framed in white. Whenever I return from my travels, it seems to be winter. Stark. The snow biting at everything exposed. But it wouldn’t be Christmas without snow. Nearby are train tracks where I used to walk my dog. She lived to be three. Purebreds always have trouble.

How long have I been back? Time moves abnormally here, like river water under ice. I spend time visiting places from my childhood, like tourist attractions. Avoiding the people that were actually there, then.

The wind pulls at my coat. But it’s inside that I shiver.

by Anastasia Kirchoff

Three Line Poetry

photo by Toni Cuenca

I unravel exquisitely
behind the barriers of rage and flesh
I can almost remember feeling desired

by Susan Richardson



photo by Kristen LaFollette


Tell me what I’ve done?

My eyes ache.

My hands are two men
shouting at one another
in different languages.

by  Joseph Murphy



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Grace Black

Grace Black mingles with words as she navigates this realm.