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Passing the torch

By William T. Hathaway The baby-boom generation is ending its lap in the human race, and the Fridays-for-future generation is beginning its run. Generational shifts of power are symbolized by the image of passing the torch, but now what the…

‘Deliverance’ and other poems

By: John Muro Deliverance Wind gusts, strong enough to lift small boats fromThe surface of water, are pelting piers and hasteningThe undoing of long-leaning trees; shredding thickHedgerows in such a way the lower leaves tangleAnd spin like minnows in shallow…

Pillow like a Parachute

By: Harrison Abbott      My elder brother Pete asked me to look after his four-year-old kid and I really didn’t want to but I had to accept because he had no other option. I reckon Pete must’ve asked a whole…

Last Night

By: Anthony Ward A hoot from his phone woke him up. It was a tawny owl notifying him that a message had materialised. He picked up his phone while trying to wrench his eyes open. He was so tired that…

Kafir

By Balu Swami The day after the bombing, I got a call from Rahman whom I hadn’t seen or heard from in years. He had been a good source for me for a number of years. He was one of…

Sowers in the Dust

By Elsa Wilson-Cruz Outside the conference room windows, another dust storm was rising on the dead brown horizon. But a ping on Zac’s glasses told him that it was heading east. Storm alarms wouldn’t get them out of this meeting….

‘We’ll show you’ and other poems

By: Linda M. Crate we’ll show you i don’t belongto this world,i am a part of theone you are too afraidto take a chance on;i am part of a worldmuch better than this one— there’s love enoughfor everyone,and the planet…

The First Mistake

By: William T. Hathaway Establishment journalists and politicians are despairingly asking: Why did we fail in our well-meaning efforts to help the Afghan people? What were our mistakes? But they ignore their first mistake: creating the Taliban. The USA’s attempts…

The Undertaker Shop

By: donnarkevic After closing, a young black manknocks. You see, my businessincludes haven. You see,in the deep South, white farm ownerspurchase the prison time of jailed blackswho then work the plantations.Well, even after years, you see,most never get released. When…