By: Sheila Henry I question myselfat this stage of life,a lot of living behind me,more than three scores and tenand not as much ahead—I surmise. A junction reached for pauseto take inventory,no more forks in the road to worry about,no…
By: Christian Ward Pallas’s catOtocolobus manul The OG grumpy cat. It memesitself every time it steps outside,every pika and squirrela flashbulb never cooling down.A chubby pile of grey furreshaped by cold-pressed code.Perhaps, instead, it dreamsof a domestic life – the…
By: J.K. Durick Coming Clean Cleaning up is easy to doWe know the basicsAlmost by instinct.Things are put backWhere they belong orWhere we think they belong.Then trying to strike a balanceWe arrange objectsStraighten the picturesRearrange the statuesPluck out the dead…
In the latest edition of AuthorTalks, Vanaja Malathy discusses her creative writing journey at length with us. She talks about her transition from the shoes of a teacher, a lecturer, a professor, and a principal to being a poet. Her…
By: Mohammad Jashim Uddin Anwar Hossain is a prolific university teacher in business education. He has engaged in teaching more than fifty years in University of Dhaka and some other private universities. In his teaching period and administrative tenure, he…
By Karen Lee Stradford Dancing Machine We arrived at 11:00waitingto enter the club.The line is formingalong the brick wall.Everyone dressed in sparkles. Baron is wearing a plain white shirtwith blue jeans,carrying a duffel bag,lookingout of place. The doors open.We push…
By: Jim Bates Winter’s frigid songCold wind howling through bare treesWindswept melody. Clear cold winter nightDome of stars bright and immenseStarlight streaming bliss. Out comet huntingSaw instead a soft sunsetMagic in the sky. Winter afternoonSunlight hanging suspendedAlmost whispering.
By: Stephen Kingsnorth Tilth Where I am rooted, said the parched,is not well suited to my thirst.My bed is grit and not the tilththat lets me search and stretch in earth,drawing on moist and nurture’s wealth.I sunbathe in the light…
By: Josephine Rudolf When the little girl who barely had enough to surviveTurns into a grown woman with plenty of resourceBut still, she cannot thriveAnother trauma is here to unpack of course There was never much, yet enough to crowd…
By Joseph Hoft He backed into the driveway. The radio rambled on about vaccine holdbacks. He sighed, got out of the car, and walked to the front door. It was unlocked. That’s unusual. The lights are off, too. He walked…