By: Linda M Crate i grew up through the leaves and the branches of dead things where you left me buried in snow, and i know you’d like to think you had some sort of influence or power over me…
By: Linda M Crate “grow up” they told me rejecting my reality trying to get me to embrace their own, but i would never take their hand no matter how much they begged or pleaded or demanded; i’ve always had…
By: Wylie Strout His eyes tried to penetrate the grains of the paper. How he wanted to know. To know; to breathe and to know. To be knowing. To be a smartie; clever. His brain hurt. Maybe it was his…
By: Reese Scott He’s looking out the window again. I can see him. He’s always there. Just staring out to St. Marks Place and Avenue A. I see him there before I go to work and when I return from…
By: Sri Ram Billie and Ryan played in the trampoline as their parents, Bruce and Martha watched them over. The wind was not that heavy that day and the sun was at the top, right above their head. Every time…
By: Kimberly Potter Kendrick Teenagers playing grown-ups Immature judgement The mother’s daughter stolen by him A nest left half-empty Condemnation, the mother’s stance Fierce disapproval of him The mother begged her daughter Finish school Don’t rush “If it’s meant to…
By: Ilgın Yıldız Before embarking on a journey to find his wife, Toru Okada, the protagonist of Haruki Murakami’s The Wind-up Bird Chronicle, is a man of a simple and routine life. He has no job, he cooks (usually spaghetti),…
By: M Spear I plan to bring them down by myself. They are an enemy like no other, no one knows their numbers. I can imagine their agenda because I have been practicing imagining since I was a little child….
By: Sandeep Kumar Mishra A big tree in my courtyard, The only heritage, I got, a bard The light green leaves, delicate flowers, Sweet fruits in a bounty, all ours There listen twitching eerie chirrup, The sparrows built its fagot home…
By: Chuck Orloski Author’s (poem) prologue:People like me depend upon the internet to help detect where all the decadent American political culture and absent treasury goes into the Terror War future. Recently, my son Dan took advantage of The Wall Street…