By: Katrenia M. Busch In loving memory When someone’s lifeIs taken too soonLeaving much strifeLeaving—open wounds It’s hard to findThe right words to expressTo often describeWhat’s here—when you left Leaving this worldBy far—too soon to goAs I’m left behind,Filled with…
By: Alyssa Sarigumba Walking through the garage doorHearing the sizzling hot panComplementary to the pleasant smell from the kitchenWhat a wonderful mother I dribble the ball towards our basketNoticing one familiar voice from the crowdYelling my name loudly, cheering me…
By: Gaither Stewart The Polish word, jestem—‘I am’, ‘here I am’, ‘present’—seems to define the life of the writer and cult figure for a generation, Andrzej Kusniewicz. On an overcast, pollution-infested Warsaw afternoon over thirty years ago in his crowded…
By: Carl Palmer I’ve heard it a lot lately. Is it a current clichéor catch phrase, the pat answer recap signalingan end to any further conversation about it ? Like the sobbing boy holding his empty cone,ice cream scoop on…
By: DS Maolalai Poison. I reassure a friendas much as I am able. “it’s alright – it happenedto Summer too.as long as they got her vomitingshe’ll mostly beok. their stomachscan’t get through the skin –not right away. it takes timeand…
By: Alan Berger I don’t want to live foreverDon’t want to first eitherIf you listen to where I’m coming fromI will make you a believer Tell you why little babyTell you why Although our days are numberedYou’re the one I…
By Dawn DeBraal David Cooper sat across the table watching Cadence McCaffrey order from the Pizza Shack menu. He winced inwardly with each new item Cadence added to the order. He had a twenty-dollar bill in his wallet. “I’ll take…
By Catherine Kusunoki It was dark once againin a world that wassupposed to be bright.Fully consumed by negative thoughtsI set out to fight. Vastly vain voices are heardOn the outside, my emotionswere covered by a maskwith the hope that nobodyhad…
By Revathi Ganeshsundaram Most female fans of Jane Austen, and of her classic novel Pride and Prejudice, would have been in love with Mr. Darcy at some stage of their lives or the other (or perhaps all their lives) although…
By: Ken W. Simpson Widowed skies with empty eyesindecently occupiedby tabloid cultures of corruptionengulfed by tyrannywhere the future doesn’t beckonand the day is gone. America only pretends to be a democracy. The people are not free and equal. They are…