By: Carol Casey The Ant The ant crawls across my page,life is small,life is teaming with tiny busynessglides over my words,scanning for sustenance, not finding itthen over and under and around,across my arm, tickling, sending shivers.Swiping, sweeping, I, gigantic force,alter…
By: Sultana Raza Part 1 Most artists and writers keep their inner space sacred and inviolate. The core from where their creativity springs. Some keep their inner world more private than others. They don’t need a quarantine imposed by the…
By: Renzo Del Castillo Jarhead I am the stroke of a swordSwift, powerful, and deadlyTearing through flesh for the will of the mobUntil my own heart is hacked away I am the sand of the arenaRough, dry, and blood-stainedTrampled on…
By: Annapurani Vaidyanathan The last leafon the solitary maple treein my backyardsways gently,wondering whyit must wantto hang in there.For, the scent of shiuli flowersand the pine trunks around,hardly allure it now.It is lostin dreams ofsetting itself free,and flitting away into…
By Jamal Siddiqui Conscience plays a vital role in guiding the actions of an individual. It makes people aware of the implications of their possible actions. Individuals commit good acts as a result of their conscience. Honest people use their…
By: Jeffrey Penn May With each step into the wilderness, Nick reminded himself that he wanted to be alone. But he didn’t fully understand why. Although the feeling was similar to one occasion when he spent his entire evening leaning…
By James Flynn The vast hall was completely silent, apart from the final death squeals of the monkey writhing around on the floor down below. A thousand eyes stared down at this spectacle from the stands, each one black…
By: Cristina Deptula On Christmas Day my mother and I enjoyed the most recent version of Little Women in the theater. I nodded with respect when Meg, the most domestic of the sisters, admonished the less traditional Jo, ‘Just because…
By: Ananya Vats My heartToday me heart feels the size of a garlic podsaturated in its scarlet essencesnuggled safely in soft layersresting from stretchingTOO MUCHToo soonT o o l a r g eToday my heart sleepswith twiddling thumbscontent in raspberry…
By: Adam Katcher The war did not feel moral, the laws did not seem just, the language tasted foreign, and tongues were muted. Everywhere Dylan walked, he knew he was being watched. The lampposts were recording everyone’s each and…