By: Sasheera Gounden “Hey batter, batter, batter,” screams Corey Apple. It’s the Red Socks’ ninth inning and I’m Ted Williams. God hands you sugar in the form of American baseball. The sport is tempting with the fans and hot cheerleaders…
By: Mohana Gill It was a day like any other day, nothing special. She fed all the children breakfast; there were five to be fed and her husband. As with every breakfast, there was the usual chatter, arguments over who wanted…
By: Gaither Stewart “Suppose that some great disaster were to sweep ten million families out to sea and leave ‘em on a desert island to starve and rot. That would be … an act of God, maybe. But suppose a…
By: Debasis Tripathy Vengeance she seeks. The agony of being dormant, The anxiety, the insult. A breath of fresh air is all she desires. The force from within, The disquietude, the suppression, Pregnant with a wild expectation, She disobeys, she…
By: Debasis Tripathy Woven together in thread of life we are, Our nest built in a village of dreams afar. Familiar with each other before birth, We fly along, our feet unoften on Earth, Together we sail, along an undivided…
By: Milt Montague harken to this tale of a friend of a friend……. home from the terror of the war scarred from many wounds almost whole again facing life alone disgusted with civilization it’s wars and politics posturing and outright…
By: Adam Kluger It was a snowy Saturday and I was headed to King Carol Record store on the Upper East Side to check out what new albums were in. Zig-Zag Records was nearby so I could swing by there as…
By: Mendes Biondo I dreamed of us and we were two and we were many we called each other with the name of a people I dreamed of our steps the sand in the eyes the drinking finished into water bottles…
By: Balu George If you look at social network profiles, People are happy and upbeat one day, Sad and downcast the next day. I guess that is how life is. Joy arises, grows and dies, To be replaced by sadness,…
By: April Mae M. Berza There is a love for the mother of metaphors but is there a metaphor for a mother’s love? Kian’s mom is an OFW who cried all day and mourned all night when the premature news about…