By Gaither Stewart The last time I saw Algodón was in the instant before the medics pulled the sheet over his face. From my fourth floor balcony across the narrow street, even in the faint late-night illumination, I could perceive…
By: Jerry Vilhotti Gianni sat in the back of the car totally engulfed by cigar smoke which was coming from his father’s nervous puffing which grew more frantic the closer they were approaching the foothills; the Father swore he could…
By: JD DeHart To take the word and conjure it in mixed media, to take another’s narrative and wrap it in our own metaphor, playing the game of placing or noting emerging codes, to take many paragraphs and truncate them…
By: JD DeHart Now, I’m really not a bad reaper, just happen to be born this way. Imagine me, if you can, pressed from the womb in a dark hood. Some people choose jobs, some jobs… well, they’re compelled by…
By: Abishake Koul I count the number of flights I have taken this year I don’t post any statuses or spam social media I am not sure what is the break even to gloat about it But I sure feel tired…
By: Abishake Koul It’s just an illusion, my friend Even the pain isn’t real at times Love begets love is propaganda And Romeo didn’t die Only the dumb know such stuff Some who can’t speak And some who don’t say…
By: Dr. Neeraja Mani lifetime ,settled its eyes within the last flame of the dying fire it flew around the lantern cursing all the worthless days passed Silently suffocated within the tearfull channel over the cheeks wished to sleep eternally into…
By: Stephanie Musarra “You are here, because the world rejects you,” the professor said, “Society has shunned you, and mommy, and daddy want nothing to do with you.” He paced the floor of the dungeon. “I took you in to keep…
By: Aruna Subramanian My pallid days become a colorful palette in many rainy evenings by the countless colors of pretty parasols you hold up for me. Let’s paint the path with love and joy as we saunter beneath a bubble holding…
By: Steve Slavin 1 Albemarle Road is not just the most beautiful thoroughfare in the group of seven neighborhoods known as Victorian Flatbush, but perhaps in all of Brooklyn. Most of the homes were built around the turn of the nineteenth…