By William T. Hathaway “May you live in interesting times” was a curse the ancient Chinese hurled at their adversaries, wishing them strife, oppression, and struggle. It applies to us now because for all the uncertainties a Trump presidency holds,…
By Chuck Orloski Yesterday, Elsie and Tony listened to good news on Fox: “President elect Donald Trump threatened to punish U.S. companies that shift jobs overseas.” For a while, on fixed income, they had little to do but stare at…
By: April Mae Berza Let my hello catch you once more, a checkmate in our conversations, the blades of grass not yet mowed as high as the fence. The river be a river, envious of the pearls in your chest…
By: April Mae Berza If words could touch you, Let them caress you like a long lost lover, Weary from battle, the war of raw, An encounter with the inevitable. If words could touch you, Let the syllables play within…
By: April Mae Berza If I were a river, I will choose you as my destination, to flow like the tears of the cherubs one summer to quench the thirst of the vineyards. I could hear the orchestra, your violin laughter…
By: Pijush Kanti Deb How to pass you over my dear? Localizing all the beauties of nature, Accumulating all the treasures of El-dorado And Setting all the mountains and oceans thereon You lie on my way, Maybe, you are busy…
By: Pijush Kanti Deb So steep, from the depth of your nothingness you can witness my colorful flag flapping on the top and bringing your tears down. Most probably a sea-change widens its lips from nowhere to somewhere, conflicting your…
By: W.A Coleman She never told me her name but she told me lot about Julie. Unlike most of the people that came to us because they had no choice, she did and yet she still came. As for why, well,…
By: Kimberly Potter Kendrick A screaming baby Vicious tantrums as a child A voice resounding; resembling the striking a wrong note on the piano Living in a fantasy world making friends with her dolls With them she shared all her ideas,…
By: Kimberly Potter Kendrick Memories diminished Her name he recalled Stroking his skin Kissing his forehead Profound denial Terminal, incomprehensible She reminisced Daddy’s little girl Her protector She tumbled He plucked her up Tossed her high Giggling as she towered…