By: Torsaa Emmanuel Oryiman Nature! Nature! Nature! Nature! Nature! Nature! There were moments—long, aching moments—when it felt like nature itself had turned its back on me. As if the very earth I walked on, the sky I looked up to,…
By Parthosarothy Mukherji The Bare Bottoms Club The idea came to him quite unexpectedly while writing his doctoral thesis on the ubiquity of the derriere in language, literature, street talk, slang, euphemism—the whole argot with all its varieties of usage,…
By: Eliza Mimski I am old.I am incontinent.I wear Depends.I am cognitive.My brain has problems.I am weakness.My legs wobble.I am arthritis.I fall down in the street.My knees are storms.I am old.I am incontinent.I am cognitive.But I’m still here.I’m very much…
By: Douglas J. Lanzo A Winner on Two Fronts Dedicated to Vasiliy Lomachenko Commanding respect in the ringthroughout his entire career,with punishing precision,instilling opponents with fear; Two Olympic golds to his name,five world titles in three belts,a nearly unblemished recordthat…
By: Kenneth M. Kapp It should have been no surprise with all the hype about how much better things were in the United States, never mind all the illegal immigrants working poorly paying shit jobs under horrible conditions, for other…
By: Will Hemmer Life a folly as seen by others, Giordano, footprints upon the sand in a windy desert and for that you burn, Giordano, smoke rising in an acrid flume, as a psychic scream leaving the soul, some inchoate…
By: Tanzina Halim As I sit by you, I see clouds passing byRains dropping on the groundBirds flying in the distant sky every now and thenAnd the sound of vehicles and human voices soaring high.From time to time, the mobile…
By: Jim Brosnan Words Left on Scattered Pages I spend the nightreluctantly abandoningmy dreams. Whena pink swirled dawnarrives under scribbledclouds, my thoughtsintrude betweenmy lines of versewhile they hoverover a horizonof mature corn fields,while they hoverover a horizonof farmlandand wheat silos—scattered…
By Nick Patrick Hickman It’s Isaac who walks the three blocks to the grocery to buy the hamburger meat. This whole plan is his idea, anyway. Except when it comes time, it’s Harrison who will hold the meat. The bait….
By: Debbie Tunstall Bark, snarl, moanDON’T howl at the moon,howl into charcoal nightwhere darkness hunts the hunted,Where consistency is metaphorbarking from the trees. Tip toe, nibble20lbs of everything,but when is wolf more than just a sheep?Or when ignorance asks,” how…