By: Heewoo Jung The “B-stories,” or Brooks and Red’s contrasting post-Shawshank rehabilitations in The Shawshank Redemption directed by Frank Darabont, bolster the movie’s claim of the importance of hope in our lives, which is mainly discussed through Andy escaping Shawshank…
By: Leigh-Anne Burley Sometimes figuring out just the right path is a waste of timetake the one ahead of you. Sometimes it is easier to go out into the rain than back into the light. Don’t be fooled by your…
By: Jim Bates A Cardinal’s songFills a clear crisp morning dawnJump-starting the day. Brilliant day endingSetting sun and dusty skyWondrous light transformed. Laying on a dockKids swirling hands in the lakePlaying with minnows. Summertime soft rainFalling on thirsty gardensPlants drink…
By: : Srihith Jarabana Opaque Tears Tears so opaque,That when he staresAt the mortal blue skies,Even distant stars reflect off them.But in the upper echelons of his thoughtsAnd in the chambers of your heart,Lies a place where he is lifted,To…
By William T. Hathaway “Seek and ye shall find,”I keep telling myself,seeking along in my sneakers,trying to find the way back to you,my source, course and goal.The path gets steeperas I clamber over scree slopes of past deeds.In this deep…
By: Onkar Sharma Poetry, being an art form that often communicates through symbolism and figurative expressions, goes a few notches up as I look through the page of Sushant Thapa’s poetry collection ‘Love’s Cradle’. The collection is a journey –…
By: Bruce Levine It was only a matter of minutes. We had a short break so I laid it across a couple of chairs while I went to the men’s room. When I got back it was gone. It’s…
By: Michael Shawyer Why did the post have to arrive so early? The postman whistling about the saints marching in while he bounced up the path like an animated stick insect. There was only one for number 25 and he…
By: Kiley Brockway Fever Dream A night of coughing to long awaited sleep brought this on. I wonder what monster crawls round the TIGHTBoarded up doors of our midNIGHTSTo listen to may to lay to praySHUSH! If you are careful…
By: Bruce Levine Longer days are here Filling skies with shades of blue Clouds go drifting by