By: Alexey Tarasov The dawn is stuck in baked milk.The patch of window is trembling slightly.A mosquito is motionless on the ceilingWith a seed of pomegranate in its belly. This is the way the new yesterday comesAnd crawls coldly under…
By: Bruce Levine It had been a long morning. Dillon rubbed his eyes which felt strained from working at his computer for so many hours. He hadn’t realized that it was going to take so long, but then he wasn’t…
By: KJ Hannah Greenberg Poems Poems are emotional doodles,Word friends whose presenceComforts, harangues, equallyEvokes tucked away feelings.Bits and bobs of sentiment,Those assemblages of motesArouse the best memories,Over and above the foulest. If only mere language couldReturn sunny moments, elseProvide time…
By: J. B. Fite RALLY BROTHERS Rally, brothers, rally to meWhile there is sufficient time.In the morning’s soft light I seeThe gate and our goal sublime. Do not fear the final struggleNor think but our cause is true.With brave hearts…
By: Linda Barrett Don’t cry for her,Argentina.She will be immortal.Her prose will warn manyOf what is already happeningIn our fragile world.Her body conquered cancerSo many times.While one young womanWas scythed by the Grim ReaperMuch too soon,Beatriz stayed on the earthLong…
By: Mayumi Yamamoto The US hegemony began during the Second World War and peaked some thirty years later. 1.Life is strange.Sometimes, just a short encounter leads us somewhere we never expected. The Japanese surrender of the Second World War in…
By: Mayumi Yamamoto 1.It was in 1987.I was a student of Jawaharlal Nehru University,under the scholarship of the Indian government. Being a student of anthropology,I was required to learn a local language, andget used to the local way of living….
By: Raymond Greiner Habitat forms a foundation for living. Global overview reveals habitats range from Buckingham Palace to cardboard shanties in third world countries. Some live without a place of permanence sleeping in culverts or under highway overpasses. The gentry…
By: Adedoyin Ajayi You had this laughter, the kind that bubbled from deep within your chest, it rumbled forth from somewhere happy in you, like a wave rising from the deep and washing softly over everyone who stood by. It…
By: Rita McDermott Peering downward from the sky…A painted picture of lush green trees Sprouting up from the groundLike clumps of broccoli. A green garden surrounding a still body of water Pools of diamonds sparkling on the surface Courtesy of…