By Mark Kodama We were bound and broken,Surrounded by enemies.All hope seemed lost.When from the darknessA lone rider emerged,A knight in shining armor,A hero to save the people.Why can’t that be you?
By: Erik Barca “Marcus, please stay the week. Dad needs you.” “He doesn’t want me around. I’ll need to rearrange my work. I can only stay through Wednesday, maybe.” “But I can’t take care of him until Saturday … Yes,…
By: James Bates “I wish you could swim,” Camden told Megan. “Like the dolphins.” They were downtown, sitting outside having just finished lunch at a favorite cafe. She sent off a final text to her mother, set the phone…
By: Peter Astle “You can’t be serious,” Jane said. “You’ll be thrown in jail.” Paul shrugged. “We might as well be in jail. Besides, this is important. It’s just one night.” “It’s martial law,” Jane reminded him. “Public…
By Mark Kodama I. He never did anything. He did not work; he did not help around the house. He just sat around, collecting his pension. She did all the work. She worked full time as a secretary. When…
By: Nancy Diamante Bonazzoli Skin-Touch of Love Ferocious night. We left him there;his inhalator gone silentas his heartbeat. We slam the car doors,surrender to grief. You turn the key.Windshield wipers echohis ghost-dance rhythms. Defroster on the fritz,our exhalations fog,dripping sheen….
By Ramprasath Rengasamy I took deep breath. I then approached the school ground where there was heavy crowd. The school was at the foot of Banjar hills. The passing clouds could only touch the waist of the hills and yet…
By: Dr. J. Sheeba I heard my Foremother sayWe had freedom to eat… They said, women are kitchen spidersTheir world lies there.She was the monarch, decidingWhat nutriment could be cateredTo kings at home.“We have plenty, be silent at home.Wings are…
By: John F Zurn There exist many experiments that remain unknown because of the desire for government secrecy. However, many secret programs are kept secret because they are so provocative – or foolish – that few would believe they could…
By: Kathleen Kempert “I don’t feel like I fit into your life anymore,” I type into the phone. I look at the words before I hit send, my index finger hovering, daring me to press it. I watch the words…