By: Bruce Levine Avery laughed. It was a bitter laugh. He’d been through it before, many times in fact. And each time it had gotten harder. Losing a bid at an auction happened, but this one hurt more than…
By: Elaine Lennon Abyssinian Baptist Church, Harlem, NYC. The oldest congregation of African Americans there is in New York State. My sanctuary! My saviour! I live in faith, hope and light. And love! Love! Anvil, The. New York’s prime gay…
By: Deogratias Kagali I was chasing the clouds all alongMy gaze fixed to the heavensMy feet treading blindly on earth I invested my all to this questUnnoticing the world around meGrowing insensitive to the reality. People to me seemed to…
By: J. K. Durick Ancestors I can picture them, can’t youOur ancestorsThere in their huts and hovelsImagining a new life elsewhereThinking of moving onWanting something betterFor their children, grandchildrenEven their old ageI picture mine finally gettingTired of the acceptedThe things…
By: Anya Barlett there along The Bundas my reflection fadedinto the hazebefore I crossed the Huangpu Riverto Nanjing Road,the world’s busiest shopping area.The sun a forgotten friendto my face as my nervessweated off my skin, sinkinginto the ground under my…
By: KJ Hannah Greenberg A False Epistemology A false epistemology, affected steadfastly, makes life unlivable.Even had we most desired effects, services, we’d need miracles.Truth persists as consequential to originators, to people aspiringTo gatekeeper roles for questionable plus indisputable purposes. Altruism…
By Karen Lee Stradford I’m 16 today.I got a dirt bike.After years of asking, I knew that my parents would finally give in.I can’t wait tocruise.The envy of my friends. First thing I need is to learn to drive.At the…
By Harrison Abbott I’d just finished work for the evening and I walked to the bus stop in an elated mood. I got to the stop and checked the screen for the bus times and my one was due in…
By: Leigh-Anne Burley Don’t Go There A child in the wombhears whispers ofgrievances trapped inclouds of vapor We walk apart withblood splattered facesuse our tonguesas battering rams Behind crooked smileswe shake hands in suretyto pledges disrespected Yellow police tape snakesaround…
By David Conte He arrived at Berlin’s Tegel airport at eleven in the morning on a Saturday. The American Tourist suitcase by his side, the previous year’s Christmas gift from his mother, was bursting at the seams. Standing there, slumped,…