By: Aleksandra Lekić Vujisić Walking I am walking on the needles of past livesThat fit so nicely in the portrait of my pain,I am holding onto sparkling memoriesThat never wanted to hug loss and shame. I am leaving without any…

By: Jim Brosnan When the World Was Silent Beneath the milkyshadows of a blue moon,I cautiously follow youas we hopscotchthe beige bouldersof the breakwater.We stop to watchreturning lobster boatsheading to port,the hum of diesel enginesfilling the August airbefore we sit…

By: Michael Degnan It was ten minutes before the bombs went off that Charles first saw her, the woman of his dreams, in a park in Washington DC. She sat cross-legged on the grass, strumming a guitar. A soft breeze…