By: Faisal Khan Trust the Rain In the heart of the desert,fairy shrimp mate, lay their eggs, and bury them in the sand.The act is brief—mere days.The adults do not survive,but the eggs remain.Waiting in silence. Waiting in faith.Sometimes for…

By: Suman Mondal There’s a quiet peace in melancholy,lying on a warm, water-soaked pillow,whooping silently, a fragile halo on face.The Moon is so dear today! Stay away! The night is ephemeral.Where is life? Weak bones coveredby the agonies of experience…

By Douglas J. Lanzo Montmartre Majesty Montmartre majestycrowned by Sacré-Coeur,gleams at me from cupolascapping domed grandeur; Within, gilded mosaicsof Christ’s triumphant reign,arch rainbow-hued stained glassilluming saintly panes. This sacred heart of Paris,pulses my veins with life,where famed artists communedto toast…

By: Carl Papa Palmer she won’t read firstor lastor read after this poetor before that one informs our hostesswhere to list hermost often number four when called to readacts surprisedgathers her paperstakes her timeto the podium at the podiumsorts through…

By: Christopher Johnson             Wachusett Mountain in central Massachusetts is one of the most climbed mountains of North America. The name “Wachusett” is derived from the language of local Native Americans and likely means “mountain-place.” This modest mountain is only…

By: Douglas Young      “All rise. Hear ye, hear ye. The Municipal Court of Daniel Govan County is now in session with the Honorable Judge Alonza Reeves presiding. God save America and this Honorable Court. Amen. You may be seated,”…

By Henry Simpson I went to the beach that day to collect Jack, my father, who had befriended a homeless man name Moses. I found them sitting at a picnic table, drinking booze while girls in bikinis played volleyball on…

By: Ramprasath “Let’s say I start a Math Antakshari. That is, one problem leads to another problem, and so on. How quickly can each of you provide the answers?” Math professor Nana asked. “In one minute,” Deena replied instantly. Yuvan…

By: Krin Van Tatenhove              I’m a big fan of John RC Potter’s writing, so I was excited to open his recent novella, The General Store at Four Corners. It’s one of three pieces featured in Body Lines, an annual…

By: Cynthia Pitman The Cloud and the North Wind Propelled by the north wind,a cloud rolls in,crowding the blue sky.She is arrayed in virginal white –glossy Chinese satin and silk,trailing a train of Spanish lace –,all white, but for an…