By: Vanaja Malathy my adorable granddaughter turned eighti rummaged all the toy shopsto explore…to find something hilarious,and desperately looked for a perfect toyon her birthday a smart watch, magnetic fidget pen,3D Printing Pen, Instant print cameramico personal AI robot, a…
By: Chen Ruizhe Spring fireworksAt that time, the weather was no longer divided between inside and outsideStop at the windowLook into the glassFeeling the self that is hidden and reflectedThe sound of spring shadows light. Pull a piece of spider…
By Kenya Jimenez A love story,I thought it would be.The ending unveilingmy reality.From beginning to endIt was all deceit. Felt the butterfliesin my stomach and sparkswhen we first kissed,the cliché,you know how it is. Powerful and wonderfullover you were,yet a…
KJ Hannah Greenberg is an Israeli author and poet known for her unique and engaging style of writing. Over the course of her career, Greenberg has produced more than 40 books, including poetry, short stories, essays, and novels. Greenberg’s early…
Walking up the winding path towards the Ashapuri temple in the Kangra district, I felt a sense of peace and tranquillity settling over me. The surrounding trees and lush greenery provided a serene atmosphere, and the distant sound of ringing…
By: Kinsey Carlson The Songbird These tears that I cry cannot be explainedLike birds singing sweetly, the music doth lieMy gilded cage tarnished by more than strainMy heart lies bleeding and time does not signifyThat which is remembered is not…
By: Jim Bates Cold weather walkingWinter birds flitting alongSinging merrily. Sleet switching to snowIcy land turns softly whitePleasantly peaceful. Hard sub-zero coldSettling in like frozen steelBone deep and chilling. Bright full moon settingShining through snow covered pinesLighting thoughts of joy.
By: J.K. Durick Seascape I In the face of this I should feelintimidated, feel isolated, orat least out of place watchingthese waves toss and tumble,pull and pitch. Now I find thatI don’t know the language ofwaves. There must be propernames…
By: Charlie Dickinson It was a memorable summer. I was all of nineteen and had a job where palm trees stood by the Gulf of Mexico waters. Corpus Christi, Texas. Away from work, I would read Ian Fleming and spend…
By: Bruce Levine It’s said that many people, as they get older, tend to look back on their life, almost in review. I’m not one of them. I don’t look back – I look forward. I believe in moving forward….