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…
By: Pam Munter It’s easy to lose track of what matters in a life that’s busy and complicated. The process of reconnecting with the self and one’s passions sometimes can come from unexpected places. Like summer camp, for instance. Though…
By: Arthur J. Willhelm I have a dog This dog is full Of love and Affection He sleeps on An armchair While humanity Rips itself Apart While wars are Fought And man gets ahead By stepping on Other men I’m not…
By: William Wren The human heart retreats. It recedes as it progresses. It devolves as it evolves, reversing as it beats. The human heart beats backwards but that isn’t how it starts. An infant, it moves forward with a million expectations….
By: Surabhi Kaushik Look into my eyes and you will see my wounds still raw as fresh meat my frozen tears that never flowed through the walls of my heart for they have now turned into stone Your smile is kind…
By: Ramprasath In several ways, John Dragon established himself as the gangster of the inter-galactic. Every restaurant along the inter-galactic route has to pay him his share. He was the pirate in that part of the universe. Attacking and robbing space…
By: Kimberly Potter Kendrick By the age of one and a half, Little One obviously unusual, maybe a bit odd, but gave the sweetest kisses, but only after he stopped licking A quirky baby was he, spending warm mornings soaking…
By: Kimberly Potter Kendrick Standing in the doorway with tears streaming down her face, lashing out pain, frustration, helplessness Choking back tears listening to her daughter’s words, observing how beautiful she is, long hair shimmering in the sunlight The sparkle…
By: Beaubo Creases in my heart. Flaws of my soul. And you, my estranged, what do you desire through the condemnation, disorientation, magnification, distortion, and manipulation? Solace, my purported, Beloved?