By: Gaither Stewart As shown in the permissive attitude of Italians toward Fascism last century, also contemporary Italians perceive of a strong and charismatic leader as a shield against disorder and their inherent inclination toward anarchy. Someone to protect them against…
By: Prashil Kumar Bashir had never imagined losing his father. However, he chose losing him, for good. He could never imagine death upon his father. But he chose that too. Bashir was five when he figured that his father was unwell….
By: Philip Charter Aiden McNealy tried his key in the door for the third time. Sodding thing always jammed. At least he didn’t have to worry about waking anybody up. The teenage tossers downstairs had gone out, rather than DJing into…
By: Rajbir Johar He stretched, allowing his eyes to peer over the open window. The wind was strong as always. A blue and yellow kite in hand, he struggled onto the warm beach underneath him and threw the kite. The kite…
By: Kathleen Vo “Am I crazy?” I asked myself as I stepped out into the dark, rainy night, both arms pulled down by two heavy bags of food, face stinging as the wind pierced my skin. On this cold winter day,…
By: Hannah Yun She stomped into the quiet room, heels clicking against the ground with every step. There was no doubt that every eye was on her as she approached the young man reaching for a book on the shelf. He…
By: June Hyuk Jung A heart as cold as stone Cynicism that is second to none Unable to see any other way And just worries every single day About what it could have been And always wants to know when Many…
By: Mary Bone I was in the Tribeca Valley Where the buffalo used to roam. The canyons echoed drum sounds from a long time ago. Corn was planted row upon row. Tribes gathered from all around To celebrate the food…
By: Mary Bone The clay people lived in the forest, Made pots and utensils, Hunted for food Lived off the land- Chanted around campfires, Made their own music Danced to a different drummer, They returned to the earth As the…
By: KJ Hannah Greenberg At the old café, she puffed nicotine’s charms Into a perambulator that swayed a bit; such Dragon-breath assayed her wrapped baby. Wasting no time, a waiter, urged by his manager’s Stare, scolded. His long finger wiggled back…