By: Josephine Forch Morose those creatures of dancers’ corpses are,the swans whose ambiguity dissolves in parts of sand.Whose plain pale feathers under the moonlight shine,and ribcages unravel human,puppets on a stage bearing skirts and faces unkind,Whose eyes solidify to melancholic…
By: Daniel Colbert In the beginning, word went round:“There’s something stirring up from the ground.”The angels made a happy sound.It was good. There’s a tree with fruit that opens your eyes;Suddenly, now, there’s truth and lies.It’s gonna be some kind…
The essay that follows reflects my understanding of these extraordinary stories through the lens of a literary reading, i.e., setting down the baggage that comes from reading the texts as sacred and instead engaging with them as literature, as suggested by the literary critic Harold Bloom in his “The Book of J.”
By: Benjamin Thorne Thirteen Ways of Looking at an Unwritten Poem Iblack ants scurryrandomly,ignoring my commands IIa sinking islandof white spacesubmergedin a white sea,a melting icebergof thought IIIthe poem is a pregnant pauseuncomfortably waitingto give birth IVpaper blossoms with salt-water…
By: Tim Suermondt The Day is Religious And an angel on the streetcalls for me to come down. “Don’t you mean come up?”“Just do it,” she says, the irritationin her voice can’t be hidden. I put on my shoes and…
By: Andal Srivatsan I Wonder What I’d Do If I Were Invisible For One Day In my head, I’d be a samaritan – take on exigent issues of the day,like poverty. The other day, I spotteda young girl in the…
By: Yoonwoo Lee I give something many volunteers cannot — the gift of being a big brother to third grader Yoo Sangho. Sangho doesn’t really like school, but he studies a lot. Eternally upbeat, he enjoys his life, as simple…
By: Steve Grogan “The Old Men” I’ll be one of them someday,the old men who wait on the lonely park bench. The October dust comesas Halloween breathes around them.Autumn glows on their shoulders. The old men sit therewaiting for something to…
By: Laura Stamps Guess what? Six months atmy new job, and I got araise. Wow. Love this state. Florida. Glad Imoved. Love my job. And my raise.Time to celebrate! A drive-in movie.We should go. Tonight. Me andHazel. What’s playing? Hazel…
By Tabussum Sumaiya I long for youLike the pinnacle of the mountain,That longs to reach the skyThe sun through the dense woodsTo meet the green,I will gently touch your skin. Like the setting sun,Longs to meet the moonThe waterfalls fall…