By: Debbie Tunstall My waist dips in like a cratered zit,starved from 21st century slimming. One chunk of chocolate- clanked between my teeth. I put on clothes that idealisea raging sea, But no one see’s.No one see’s. At home later…
By: Seyyed Mohammad Javad Mousavi It was a night like any other. The wealthy, with full stomachs and full pockets, slept the sleep of kings, while the office workers, with their meager wages—half-satisfied, half-starved—had somehow drifted off to sleep anyway….
By: Garry Fourman On a dreary Friday afternoon during my second month in Fiji, heavy rain began falling just as I was leaving the university. I was feeling a bit stressed—frustrated by the weather, communication challenges with some students, faculty,…
By: David Sapp And That Was Enough Uncle WayneOwned Ron’s PizzaFed other peopleCheese and pepperoniPies for forty yearsAnd that was enough Uncle StanDrudged at Pond TireSwapping out other people’s tiresNew recap whitewalls snow tiresThen lugged heavy tanksOf propane to warmOther…
By: Cithara Patra Lia winced at the tiny drop of blood bubbling at the tip of her finger. In her other hand, she glared down at the needle. She was never this bad at sewing, but losing her thimble and…
By Jim Bates Train whistle blowingClicitty clacking alongChasing the sunset. Hot summertime bluesHigh heat and humidityLike a sauna. Deep into JulyGardens bright in hot sunshineSummer in full bloom. Summertime sunriseHazy orange sun looks ominousHot heat kind of day.
By: Khoi Pham I didn’t know exactly how The Shrink started, but people had been talking about it for a while. I didn’t really care, until it reached me. I noticed the first symptoms while getting ready for work. When…
By: John RC Potter Every family has a history filled with stories, recollections, and memories. Over time, these reminisces take on a life of their own, but a note of caution: they will only remain alive as long as someone…
By: Mohit Saini November lands like a sparrow on frosted stone,soft and sudden, with wings edged in fire,and the air tastes of woodsmoke and promises,like a story untold, heavy in the cold.Leaves lie scattered like echoes of summer,amber sighs on…
By: Tim Law Black, White, and Grey Black is black and white is whiteToo many people think that such is rightI am one to disagreeTo argue against society I choose not to just fit inTo see fat as fat, and…