By: Chris KasselBy Wim—short for William—lived in a tall apartment building in the middle of a blustery big city. The building had a narrow little staircase and hallways full of stank, but in the rear was an alley where one…
By: April Mae M. Berza Last 2012, my American publisher Azaan Kamau emailed me about the possibility of being a guest to the Ellen Degeneres show since A. Lassner, the executive producer, invited all the members of the Letters to…
By: Mirela Meister-Terzaki The Troubles in Northern Ireland: a topic that has captured the attention of the entire European continent. Blood curdling events, senseless bombings, tit-for-tat shootings & atrocities that sounded the death knell for 3,700 innocent people; but also…
By: Ilya Gutner Will to life 1 When life comes to you to take you by the hand then living nature’s hands are fire and there is no such word as No. The beginning of all things is the night…
By: Skye Sweven Sand slips through my fingers. The sky is dusty gray, with a mix of amaranthine glow reminding me that it is dawn. This time of the morning is quiet. Stars, too, must feel this way, as they…
By Gabriela M cemeteries open tombs scream flesh and bone yellow multiplication of sunsets space and time sink in nervous equations illusions of an unknown speed a crow gets strangled in a myth a morbid verse hangs on a cross…
By Christopher J. Bailey Terrence Roberts opened his eyes as the first rays of sunshine shredded through the closed blinds, heralding the start of a new day. He glanced at his watch: six-thirty. He took a few moments to oust…
By: Andy Botterill Warming currents of air lift up your memories as never quite before. Exposed now and bare, lying in tatters just out of reach, like dying embers of driftwood washed up on the beach scattered where they fell,…
By: John Grey WHEN PAYING RESPECTS TO THE LEADER So there you are, a great anemic Buddha, eyes as blue as coral waters, skin like parchment, hulking rolls of blubber swaddled in gold robe, rear bearing down on a protesting…
By: Paweł Markiewicz one dreamy spring day I looked in to brilliant eyes of my pal-dog in to his tender ocular dominance of eternity so that my gentle poem was in the soul perfect delicate now the most marvelous words…