By: April Mae Berza In an era marked by constant news cycles filled with stories of global challenges, environmental degradation, and societal unrest, it’s easy to become overwhelmed with feelings of pessimism about the future. It seems like every day…

By: April Mae Berza Morgan Housel’s Same As Ever is not your typical book. While many works in the realm of personal finance, economics, or self-help focus on offering new and groundbreaking ideas, Housel takes a different approach. Rather than…

By: April Mae Berza Kristine Ong Muslim’s Black Arcadia is a mesmerizing poetry collection that offers a haunting exploration of the human experience, blending dark beauty with moments of tenderness. It’s a work that, at first glance, might seem to…

By: Paweł Markiewicz You dreamful, dreamy, moony and dreamed King of Elves!You became in the most amazing ways: A dazzling statue of Buddha, as If a ghost created it from the moony dreameries.A parrot on the statue: the paradise-like birdie,…

By: Bruce Levine My eye’s on the rainbow Holding on to dreamsKeeping pace with forever My time to shineSimply faded Holding a near empty glass Her life is about making money My life is about making art What is one…

By: Parthosarothy K Mukherji Who was telling the story? And whose story was it anyway? The words fluttered and flew in the wind. Alexa laughed. The sleek, cylindrical body, within which lurked a deep mind unsuspected by even the most percipient…

By: Parthosarothy K Mukherji As she floated near the observation window of the International Space Station, staring at the Earth  below, she thought about the Archibald MacLeish quote: “To see the Earth as it truly is—small and blue and beautiful…

By: Juairia Hossain Thou, a shade that dwells ‘neath moonlit skies,Thy face a mist, lost in the winds of time,Thou comest when silence doth rise,And shadows of night stretch o’er my rhyme. Oft thou appearest in the darkened veil,When solitude…

By: Sawyer Olson The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald The lake, it is said, never gives up her dead,And memory, too, holds its claim.Your voice hums Superior, where the iron ore fled,A ship lost to the storm’s cruel name. Memory,…

By: Harrison Abbott Gerry used to have a son called Saul. One day when Saul was cycling in the local street, a Land Rover failed to see him coming the other direction at the junction. The Land Rover hit Saul…