By: Brian Michael Barbeito I find my high school Coles Notes for Lord of the Flies, and read it. They make fun of me but I don’t care, and would rather re-visit something old than explore the new. But between…
By: Andrew C. Miller I’m in a maple tree, claws dug in, staring down at Mrs. Cavendish’s fluffy little Shih-Tzu. If I hadn’t been worrying about Mr. Krumholtz, this wouldn’t have happened. It started yesterday morning when he snagged his…
Indian comics have a long and fascinating history, dating back to the early 20th century. While the medium has evolved and changed over the years, Indian comics continue to captivate readers with their unique blend of humor, adventure, and social…
Horror comics have a long and storied history, dating back to the early 20th century. While the genre has often been criticized for its graphic violence and explicit content, horror comics have also been celebrated for their imaginative storytelling and…
James Clear’s “Atomic Habits” is a transformative book that offers readers practical and achievable strategies to create positive habits and break down bad ones. Clear’s writing is clear, concise and supported by scientific research, which makes it easy and enjoyable…
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…