By: Eterigho Oghenekome Humphrey SWEET MEMORIES Memories, don’t ask me of the last names I loved- Tell winds to halt echoing their whispers to my head; For my travelling feet leave them behind each year- Away from my eye’s sight, they…
By: James Croal Jackson 2014 Of course I remember how to be alone, how to drag a lawn chair out to smoke a shore and offer loneliness a bottle. But there you would meet me on a staircase of sand and…
By: Rimli Bhattacharya Death exists, Though she denied it, In front of her lay the lifeless soul of her son, He was buoyant day before yesterday. But today – Death exists, The mother in her wailed, Her world has gone…
So, you have worked really hard and accomplished a lot. All you need is to get your academic and professional background noticed. Or, you’re a recent graduate, who cannot boast of having an immense experience of work requested by the…
By: Connie Woodring Birth… No choice here. An infant is placed on a roller coaster seat. The operator asks nonchalantly, “Oops! Did I fasten the seat belt?” after the car has made its initial climb. Gender… An exaggerated, distorted extravaganza of…
By: Milt Montague One particularly bright and sunny spring day back in the middle 1960’s Uncle Ralph walked into our store on Madison Avenue and announced that he and his wife May had just arrived from their home in Miami…
By: Milt Montague When Milt was six or seven years old his favorite radio shows [television had not yet been invented] were The Shadow and Little Orphan Annie. He loved to listen to the singing commercials that introduced these two…
By Chinese Poet Hongri Yuan Translated by Yuanbing zhang Gold birds, ah! Flew above my head A golden ribbon Spreading out to me from the sky I saw the golden mountains Smiling at me in the distance The layers of…
By: Lauren Lubrino The road leads to the edge of the map Eroded gravel, torn billboards, a ship graveyard Arthur Kill’s museum of nautical failures Floating metal skeletons, landmark of years gone by “Keep out” is scribbled in graffiti On the…
By Lauren Lubrino Suspension bridges. Cameras installed on both ends. “They are watching us.” The iron railing was cold. His hands turned blue with web of purple veins. There is a netting below the bridge to catch those who decide…