By Matej Purg It happened on a Tuesday afternoon, a block or so from where I parked my car. I was certain to get a ticket now, navigating hordes of slow-moving tourists standing in the way, taking pictures of themselves….
By: Ron Riekki There was a guy in divinity school so into Jesus Christ that he kind of made me not believe in God any time I was around him. My neighbors scream the F-word at each other just about…
By: D.S. Kheder Reflection on the Wall When I was thirteen, I sat in front of my mirror, once, twice, too many times, seeking assurance that my reflection still looked pristine. I looked at the girl behind the glass, a…
By: Nadia Benjelloun Would you ever consider medicine to be anything short of being grounded in science? Health culture is a domain often tied to the medical field, and in return, the medical field is a shared element that is…
By: Samuel Evans Ilsa crouched amid the clumps of fallen leaves, examining the beetle intently with narrowed eyes. Her little brother— whose fascination with the beetle had worn off several minutes ago— stood next to her, waiting impatiently. For the…
By: Mary Rohrer-Dann From upstairs comes a sound she cannot understand. Because she cannot understand it, she cannot walk to the stairs and peer up the cobwebbed steps sagging under all that can never be said. She cannot call to…
By Chitra Gopalakrishnan It is November, an odd time for rains, perhaps, yet it is when the north-east monsoon wavers over our region, sometimes generous but mostly not. I walk alone in the cool damp of midnight from the rim of…
By: Ria Banerjee Last night I took an overdose of sleeping Pills. My muslin dreams were invaded by nightmares– naked apparitions swarmed like bees to suck my soul as my parched lips craved yours. I dreamt of dungeons and dragons;…
By: Bamidele Aiyejina Like a billion frozen hellos awaiting the warm blanket of a hi, I’ve been kin to the foxtrot of silence, static, & the assaulting images of lapping currents. It is the carcass of dawn and the curious…
By: RC deWinter sick day burning with feverburning with lustsweat dripssizzling on molten sheets ghost spiders crawl corridors of wet skinraising gooseflesh and memories of rusty lips dragged to the cul-de-sac where desire waits for the next bus to oblivion i…