By: KJ Hannah Greenberg Glory Hound Seeking praise, acclaim, renown oft results in purulent rhetoric.Such bosh, itself, forms quods from words, elsewise vituperatesInnocents. Violent language is its own ague, is societal poison, is the shinyApple gifted the princess. It creates…

By: Chen Ruizhe TsukaThe withered black climbed all the way up the trunkOnly the outstretched branches compete with the windPull out the green leavesThe wind shakes and shakes outward thoughtsNot in harmony with desiccation Maybe that’s the caseThat land is…

By: Mariah H. N. Hawkins What they don’t tell you about being a girl is the unwritten expectation that you are somehow more pleasant to be around, or that you act better at least in public. When I tell people…

By: Earl Smith He stood on the upper deck, watching the distance to Key West widen. Could not escape the feeling he was leaving part of her behind. Yet he could feel her standing next to him. An echo of…

By: Alan Berger There onceWas a boy we createdWe fed bathed and serenaded There onceWas a loveThat grew like a flowerLike a gift fromA higher powerSustained with tearsLike a warm lovely summer shower Then the boy growsGo out with friendsNever…

By Robert Feinstein                                                    It was December 17th, 1944, the second day of Germany’s Argonne Offensive … Battle of the Bulge.  A huge force, consisting of some four-hundred and ten thousand Wehrmacht and Waffen SS troops, aided by thousands of…

English literature has always been one of the favourite subjects in India for students. While earlier Indian universities focused majorly on teaching Western authors in their courses, today a good lot from India has also got a respectable place in…

By: James Aitchison The Voice was speaking:The substance of life is ever-changing,while you construct unchanging attributesthat live within yourself.Man, you can be in harmonywith the world despite adversity.What of the bodily,what of the physical,what of the emotional?They matter not.Seeking wisdom…

By: RC deWinter dreamgirl even nowespecially nowwe do the safe thing,the smart thing,the done thing…most do, anyway well, i’m here to tell youi didn’t i followed my heartchased my dream(do what you love!)jumping fencesswimming oceansrunning down dark alleysthat twisted inunexpected…

By: Sahana Ray After her Son Mayawalks the Palm Springs, holding nothing in her hands. She once owned a pen, drew castles within hercramped old walls;but a stretched detour in her high school days-backstreet dusky like her skin-“Poor girl, so…