By Nolo Segundo The Ocean Between Two Souls When you tryto understand anotherand find a wall put up in haste,orcome upon an old moatwith more mud than wateryet still impassableandyou wonder once againwhy there’s alwaysan abyssbetween you and the other……
By: Wayne Russell Wheels of Reinvention Another rainy night,driving in darknessilluminated only bypale headlights.In the rearview mirror,the past evaporates,right before my eyes.The hurts and traumas,now scatter like leafymemories, dead to theworld.Tonight, I’m leaving itall behind, in ghostlyplumes of exhaust.Tonight, I…
You need a good night’s sleep and your mattress is essential to that mission. A clean, comfortable mattress is part of healthy sleep hygiene, as is maintaining a regular sleep schedule. What you eat can also affect your sleep quality,…
By: James Aitchison “The first thing I do in the morning is brush my teeth and sharpen my tongue.” And she was not exaggerating. Dorothy Parker (1893 — 1967) was famed as an American poet, writer, critic, and screenwriter. Most…
Sarthak Dasgupta’s “Varanasi: A Filmmaker’s Musings Along The Ghats” is a visual journey into the heart of Varanasi. Encountered at the World Book Fair, this photobook engages with its stunning portrayal of the city’s ghats and lanes. Dasgupta’s photographs, rich with history and spirituality, act as visual poems, inviting readers to introspect and explore the depths of both Varanasi and themselves. Highly recommended for those seeking understanding and inspiration.
By: James Aitchison Accept, Man, the pattern of all life,for with acceptance comes calm.See with your eternal selfthat this life is a path,and each stone an event,a moment, a crisis.See with detachmentthe whole pathand not the stones.Calm is when the…
By: Daniel de Culla FROGS’ LOVE In a week without ThursdayMy grandson brings to the pondOn Paseo de la Isla, BurgosTwo beautiful frogs to seeIf they love each otherAnd they raise, as he says, “little frogs”Tadpoles.In my carelessnessA gentleman has…
J.R. Solonche offers poignant commentary on the modern experience through three poems: an apology to an author for not reading his book despite positive reviews, musings on the constancy and metaphor of railroad tracks, and a rooftop conversation about cell phones, drinks, and familial responsibilities, underscoring integrity.
Karl Koweski recounts rejecting his brother’s request to write a eulogy for a scarcely-remembered father—a man whose legacy is as grim as the neglected upbringing both siblings endured. He reflects on his own troubled youth, narrowly escaping containment in an institution that housed abandoned children, a place he equated with prison. Now, besieged by a paralyzing languor and the relentless noise of a haunted past, Karl confronts the daily struggle to persist, armed only with a numbed conscience and dwindling resolve.
By: Judge Santiago Burdon Does he touch you with deep cabernet dreams, or is it just chardonnay passion, does your heart race from his nearness, is there surrender in his scent, does he tempt you, does he leave you breathless,…