This month marks the 70th anniversary of the death of Wolfgang Borchert, a young German writer who was seriously wounded in World War II then imprisoned for resistance activities. Physically destroyed, he lived only two years after the war. During…
By: Adrian Slonaker Wolves should be snarlingly brutal, not pining meekly for your meaty feet shod with Earth shoes. Wolf-tails shouldn’t wag when wolf-ears are stroked by your bloodstone- and onyx-ringed fingers. Wolves should display dominance, not yielding to tameness when…
By: Adrian Slonaker Peering at a prosaic painting on the ceiling, I want to tap my digits to Dusty Springfield while I’m on my back, and my chompers get scraped to panda-eyed pathos. The chanteuse wants to stay awhile, but months…
By: Eliza Mimski I met my partner at a Fourth of July party given by a friend. He was tall and good-looking and we enjoyed talking to each other. Both of us got off on knowing little factoids about our city…
By: Mohammad Jashim Uddin Arthur Asher Miller, worldwide known as Arthur Miller, is considered as the best playwright of 20th century literature. He was born on 17 October, 1915 in New York. In his plays, he combined social awareness with…
By: Aruna Subramanian If there is any subject that would kindle interest in almost all souls in the universe, that is love. However, it is not the case when it comes to mathematics. It remains a dreadful subject to many….
By: Jami Miller A solar eclipse lassoed my windshield to Colorado flowers lingering on I-70, while the interstate whispered, “escape,” and Atlanta hid in a corner of my rearview. I chose to chase the sun and run from the moon through…
By: Jami Miller I have learned how to bow down to tombstones from all the skeletons who have undressed before me, the headless dandelions that snuck away with the wind, and the carnations thrown under the skin of the earth. I…
By: Robert Bermudez It has always been a crazy world – do not let anyone tell you different. Confusion, uncertainty and outright chaos have been more the norm than the exception since Adam and Eve strolled around that famous garden. Even…
By: Brandy Montilione I watch from across the street, half of me hidden behind a street lamp preferring to remain a voyeur, the other half highlighted by the mid-day sun yearning to be seen. In between the endless stream of delivery…