By: DS Maolalai Poison. I reassure a friendas much as I am able. “it’s alright – it happenedto Summer too.as long as they got her vomitingshe’ll mostly beok. their stomachscan’t get through the skin –not right away. it takes timeand…
By: Alan Berger I don’t want to live foreverDon’t want to first eitherIf you listen to where I’m coming fromI will make you a believer Tell you why little babyTell you why Although our days are numberedYou’re the one I…
By Dawn DeBraal David Cooper sat across the table watching Cadence McCaffrey order from the Pizza Shack menu. He winced inwardly with each new item Cadence added to the order. He had a twenty-dollar bill in his wallet. “I’ll take…
By Catherine Kusunoki It was dark once againin a world that wassupposed to be bright.Fully consumed by negative thoughtsI set out to fight. Vastly vain voices are heardOn the outside, my emotionswere covered by a maskwith the hope that nobodyhad…
By Revathi Ganeshsundaram Most female fans of Jane Austen, and of her classic novel Pride and Prejudice, would have been in love with Mr. Darcy at some stage of their lives or the other (or perhaps all their lives) although…
By: Ken W. Simpson Widowed skies with empty eyesindecently occupiedby tabloid cultures of corruptionengulfed by tyrannywhere the future doesn’t beckonand the day is gone. America only pretends to be a democracy. The people are not free and equal. They are…
By: Ken W. Simpson An equivocation quiveringbeside a lonely line of transientscaught fleeing from Gatesand forced to wait to be injectedwhile trying to remain safeas recommended by specialistsand refuse to be poisonedby this deadly untested vaccine. American governments have had…
By: Ram Govardhan Much before Darwin’s unpaid voyages around the southern hemisphere, from the very dawn of ethical contemplation, lying has been a topic for serious reflection despite the fact that Homo sapiens had taken to lying as instinctively as…
By: Srinivas S The Sibilant Company The rage of winds, the rustling grass,A mourning sea, the mouth of fire,The lap of land as rains arrive—They speak the ending of our namesIn beginning crescendos, faint:They are, they seem to say of…
By Chandra Shekhar Dubey What makes me to walkon the road leaving a world behind.? A world that I made of my choice Leaving my fragrant home Old banyan tree , mango groves and rippling crops on field Where cattle…