By: Jules (my apologies, Williams) so much dependsupon a blue protectivecloak drenched with sweatand acrylic beside the pale whitebodies ### Jules, 23, is a literature student and instructor. He likes to read counter-intuitive and experimental poems. Some of his poems…
By: John McKernan I AM ALWAYS WAITING For a tiny splinterOf wood Long as this letter lThat weighs moreThan a baseball bat It will enter my skullAt a 90 degree angleAnd leave in two secondsI won’t even know it was…
By: Sushant Thapa Absence As I ask the eveningmy prayers to healI am like a moth circlingthe white bulb of never dying painSomeone will pass by andswitch the bulb off.Sometimes, the sunshinedoes not glow;I am left untouched by it.The moon…
Dr. Gulshan Ara (Dedicated to the Doctors, Nurses & the first Responders: The Heroes in the front line) It feels strange, our world looks like an alien planetBarren, seemingly lifelessHumans caged in home, doors shut tightStreets desolate, neighborhoods and playgrounds…
By: Sophene Avedissian In June of 1979, Clara Bedrossian, along with her husband and two daughters, left Iran during the Iranian Revolution. The Iranian Revolution was an uprising in Iran where the existing monarchy was overthrown and replaced by an…
By: Jim Bates Alicia Jorgenson set the cup down and said, “Here you go, Blake. A nice cup of chamomile tea for you.” Blake held up a hand, smiled his thanks, and said in a low voice, “Come and…
By: David Leonard Thankfully the privacy curtain blocked his daughter’s view of her hospital room’s doorway. Dave knew his wife had called her Priest, she was very active in the church and knew him well, their daughter was not expected…
By: Karoline Wimmer It is fair to say that most people have not seen ponies in the middle of a town. The same cannot be said for some inhabitants of Feldkirchen, a small town in Carinthia, Austria. Innocent passer-by´s have…
By: Dr. Mustofa Munir ABSTRACT:Poet Wordsworth as a narrator manipulated the image of an unknown solitary girl while she was singing and reaping crops in the valley of Scottish Highland. The other narrator Poet Kazi Nazrul Islam narrated his anguish…
By Mike Hickman I’ll admit it came as a surprise to see it on the agenda. I had thought – perhaps we all had – that Ben had forgotten to ever ask; that it wasn’t part of his job description;…