By K.S. Subramanian Around 12 a.m on Dec 31 the new dawn breaks though in the dark womb of the night. Its birth is heralded by the burst of fire crackers if you are fortunate enough not to be pulled…
By: Ron Ridenour Human is inhumane Greed is human Humanism is inhumane Exploitation is human Oppression is human Repression is human Torture is human Murder is human War is humane Love of humanity is inhuman There are no more cracks…
By: Kim Farleigh “Hello,” Abed sang out. “Welcome to Hebron.” “Thanks,” the tourist replied. Palestinian dresses hung from coat hangers above a trestle before Abed’s business, red thread, in black velvet, like veins of blood. “Want to see my flat…
By: Yasmin Hemmat I’m drowning in the ocean of sorrow Going down and down beneath the cold, dark water I feel the Piranhas’ razor teeth in my skin My flesh is being eaten My body is being torn apart But…
By: Mary Bone Beyond the cracked sidewalk, and the telephone pole with layers of flyers in a rainbow of colors, and the patch of brown grass there stood a ten foot high concrete block wall, caked with dozens of coats…
By Mark Kodama Le and his five friends launched the eighteen-foot bamboo fishing boat into the gentle white tipped surf of Cam Ranh Bay. It just was past midnight on the moonless night. The men moved quickly and silently against…
Written by Chinese Poet Yuan Hongri Translated by Yuanbing Zhang God is Ourselves after Waking up You can’t catch worldly everything as if you can’t retain the days. You can’t see the truth of all things as if you can’t…
By: Ana Vidosavljevic Lizzie, the Wind, was very fidgety waiting for the Clouds to appear. All of them were late. Mrs. Peterson was obviously angry and even though Lizzie was right on time as well as all the others, Birds,…
By The Birch Twins “A parade tomorrow to mark the end of the Falklands war will go ahead despite threats from the IRA, Mrs. Thatcher said today…” “Do you want this news on, Love? How were that tea?” “Nice, Val….
By: Courtney C. You were children once… You looked for magic in bottles and dreams you could touch… You waited for fairy tales to unfold, drinking them in as if they were water… You reached up, grasping at things you…