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Maybe next time i’ll get it right

By: Linda M Crate i never told you that i loved you because truthfully you were always with someone else, and i knew or at least i consoled myself with you didn’t feel the same way in return; i was…

Poem: Let them fly

By: Linda M Crate i refuse to sacrifice the light within to the darkness out there because the world deserves better we need more lighthouses among the storms to guide the dreamers home, and if i can be of use…

Poem: Jacob’s Tangle

By: JD DeHart A well-dressed man with manicured life and teeth tells me that he’d glad wrestle with an angel, tangle with heaven in the grass below a celestial ladder, even if it entailed a displaced hip. If only it…

Poem: Renaissance of No

By: JD DeHart During our most recent game of “Are They Dating or Are They Married?” at our favorite seafood restaurant, the researchers noted a distinct inclination toward the negative – This was not the cantankerous negative experienced with certain…

Story: Winding tracks

By: Debraj Bhattacharya I Susan looked out of the window of a café on a cold and foggy afternoon in London and wondered whether her life had any meaning. Was she simply a bundle of molecules floating in time and space…

Poem: Love After Love

By: Zunayet Ahammed YOU are a safe home Like the sunshine after rain Living far away from me But always living in my sweet dome With love and respect. YOU are a box of fragrance, A symbol of classical affluence…

We Are the Children of Time

By: Anca Mihaela Bruma We are the Children of Time, our dew drops mirror our World, crossing the edges of eternal visions as strings of inception crossing immortal times. We move along with and through Time, seeking the effervescence of future…

Story: Nostalgia Is Not a Rumor

By: David Lohrey When you get to be my age, you begin to put things into categories, make lists, sort people and things by a smaller and smaller set of variables: good and bad, affordable and pricey, attractive and out of…

Poem: Chalk Dust and Sand

By: David Lohrey What about the Arabs, you ask. Yes, I once taught in Saudi Arabia. This is very difficult to answer. Arab males I know, not females. Never met one. The boys are willing to study but would prefer to…

Poem: Triumph of the Will

By: David Lohrey Our President makes a point of greeting little old ladies in the White House. He makes a grand entrance and hugs them. His wife does a jig. I’ve seen them. He gives them a medal and congratulates them…