By: James Aitchison Think of the one-humped dromedary and images of the vast Sahara, the swirling sands of the Middle East, and the legendary Silk Road spring to mind. But Australia? In truth, Australia today can lay claim to possessing…
By: Margot Block Untitleda language you use like a candle litwhen it was to deliver emotion night after nightyour defeated china girl and your momentand electrified means nothing to mewhen it is an explosion in the heart of whisperswhere the…
By: John P. Drudge We wanderSeeking our placeEach fleeting momentOn the precipice of the unknownDriven by curiosityAnd the collective spiritIn a cosmic danceEchoing footstepsThrough corridors of timeWith dreams of unityAnd discoveryThrough uncharted realmsOf knowledgeForever tetheredTo the beating heartOf a shared…
By: Isabella Kim While the rapidly expanding United States pushed into the lower South in the early nineteenth century, white settlers encountered what they saw as an impediment. The Cherokee, Creek, Choctaw, Chickasaw, and Seminole nations called this region home….
By: John F Zurn As he approached the small town of Providence, Uriel Fox felt a sense of hope and relief. He had been camping for several weeks, and he was tired and lonely. He now felt the need…
By Brian Michael Barbeito I had been writing things for a long time, and some of the forms were poems, short stories, essays, flash fiction, and even experimental novelettes. And I thought, why don’t I publish some in literary magazines…
By: Karen O’Leary She ponders,holding a black crayon—assigned to capture naturewith the given medium. She catches the dean after class,holding up the black crayon.How does one capturenature with just one hue? Ms. Hawthorn,you have the insightof an artist. Don’t beafraid…
By: Bruce Levine The Storm Rain spattered on the window paneMaking patterns like geometric drawingsBefore the droplets released their molecular holdForming abstract lines like a Pollack painting Flashes of lightning illuminated the maze of waterHeld against the glass as if…
By: James Aitchison Why retraceyour stepsagain and again?Why sufferthe emptinessof spirit?The swift pathawaits thosewho are freed ofearthly bonds.Knowledge of theinner selfpowers your way.I am the Voice,the Wheel that spins,bestowing wondermentand love, and you can beconfident even as you live.
By: April Mae M. Berza I stopped working in the corporate world since I really wanted to pursue freelance writing, editing and proofreading, and translation. I won’t say it’s a wise decision, but it’s something I take pride in and would…