By: Elohor Ojose There’s a small click; the bomb detonates. Click. Dust kicks up and shots ring out through the once peaceful town. Click. Buildings with thousands trapped inside crumble down. Click. Humans are blown apart. Bodies pile up. Red stains…
By: Sam Mills Days give rise to talk of episodes that sleep makes plausible, but sleep is not an end any more than it is beginning. Life is action. To talk of change among people is meaningless. I believed in episodes…
By: Andrea Yu A Midnight Walk A sliver of the moon Piercing through pitch black midnight. The girl finds her peace. The “Crazy” Lady People took her to The doctors thinking she needs Help. She just wants love. Trapped in…
By: Aruna Subramanian I start every day thinking to do the right things. I align every act accordingly. When I believe All is well, around me few wrongs happen. Those that you named as wrongs! I still intend to do the…
By: Aruna Subramanian Was I wrong to have taken the wrong as right? Or was I right to not take the right as wrong? Now, Is it right to set the wrong as right? Or is it wrong to slip the…
By: Neal Lipschutz I was alone in the apartment on a late Saturday morning and the phone just kept ringing. My mother didn’t get many calls, though at first I thought it was for her when I picked up and…
By: Lynn White What ever happened my old friend? You know right from wrong. You know, you saw with your eyes open. You knew oppression, abuse of power, state terror, apartheid. You knew. You know. We boycotted, we campaigned, we…
By: Lynn White The revolution is postponed until the towels are on, so they once said. Until last orders had been called and the beer pumps covered with towels to make it clear that they would be pulled no more…
By: JD DeHart If were small, yellow, and round, I would be better at communicating by Emoji. If were more expressive, perhaps, people might like me more, but they would also know more of my thoughts. Probably not a helpful…
By: JD DeHart The simple human sway of path leading to path, we went our separate ways, only to be reunited briefly years later, thanks to digital tracks. You were still an atheist, person of few words, and we reminisced…