By: Moss Who was Robert Frost? He was the most popular American poet of the twentieth century. Robert Frost was born in San Francisco in 1874. In 1912, he moved to England where his first volumes were published to great acclaim….
By: Neil Creighton It is a facsimile, but few galleries are more beautiful. There is a hush, a sense of the sacred. In the dim light the walls shimmer with copies of artwork, walls and ceiling covered with confident boldness of…
By: Adreyo Sen On the F Train she is yet another prisoner straitjacketed by Pink North Face, her anxious hands cuffed by anxiety, McDonalds imprisoning the slender cheekbones her once tender husband teased would shatter his heart. Her eyes dulled are…
People often enjoy tales told by insiders. ‘Destiny of Shattered Dreams’ is one such story that reveals the results of unbridled greed, uncontrolled lust and deep-rooted arrogance of a businessman – Atul Shyamlal Malhotra. He’s ambitious. He’s arrogant. He’s corrupt….
By: Angelica Fuse He moves, travels through his own world of cast off goods Some would say he has wings on his back, a guardian angel sent here to test our faith in humanity I just say he smells like piss.
By: Ruth Deming My name is Hans Ulbrecht. At age eighty-nine I cry myself to sleep every night. I have never married. How could I? My kin would have the DNA of a once-despised Nazi assassin. When I was twenty-two,…
By: Ruth Deming No, it’s not in the family no, I’m not overweight no, I don’t drink soda or eat Tastykakes. It was the lithium that did it ruined my kidneys those impeccable filters that keep our insides clean Up…
By: Ruth Deming I sat on the living room floor studying the swatch books Perhaps we could carpet my bedroom with both the pink that was the color of a cat’s tongue and the lavender like ballooning pants worn in…
By: Ruth Deming She stood at attention watching the cars along Terwood Road Each year she grew a little taller better views the snowman with the silly stick arms the covered over swimming pool awaiting its day Tulip Tree took it…
By: Linda M Crate i’m no longer your porcelain princess won’t break since you dropped me because i’ve found beauty in the peaces of my soul you never truly saw me as my beautiful reality only for the depth of…