By Bruce Levine Being the new kid on the block isn’t easy. Pairings have already been made. Groups have been organized as if by some unseen and unknown hand sorting everyone; pointing to each person as if saying ‘you go…

By: Bruce Levine Where do rainbows go After they fade away? Is there a land of color And parades of chocolate cake? Do leprechauns go bowling Or skate in pools of rain? Do milkshakes last forever In a never empty…

By: Ed Nichols The Slow Train        A train came by the station so fast it was just a blur. So fast we could scarcely read the writing on the side of the train. Everybody was confused. We didn’t understand what…

By: April Mae Berza She is beautiful inside outlike an ethereal flame,rekindling the summers of youth,sweet and innocent.Her passion for dogs and catsshines through,I’m in awe and wonderhow she embracesher days and nightstaking care of her beloved.Since her smiles and…

By: Andrew C. Miller Periwinkle, a black and white short-haired cat with a dark smudge on his nose squeezed under the couch. He was searching for Blueberry, the Maine Coon cat. “Prrrtt?” he called, “Prrrtt-prrrtt?” No answer. He slipped behind the…

By Thomas M. McDade I thought I’d regret skipping a goodbye visit to the Windburn Barn so better safe than sorry I drove there. I figured a bunch of college kids would have rented it by now but there were…

By: Cat Dixon Checking in Cornered by walls that need to be repainted and words uttered that can never be unsaid,you arrive daring to stay adrift—no compass, no map, no direction.Life’s a hotel hallway with dozens of locked doors. Your…

By: Anthony Rosa The clock strikes five and the sun goes down,the seasons have changed, but my love still abounds.I heard your voice in the wind today,I felt your kiss as the petals blew away.Since you left, my heart’s turned…

By: Jodi Nathanson I am a High School English teacher who has been teaching grade 9 English for more than 20 years. One of my favourite parts of the job is teaching the Shakespeare unit to young students, many of…

By: Pramod Rastogi Write these words on your slateThat you will never eraseIs the promise you need to make. These words of lore are all I own.They are earnings of my life  That I had dreamt for you to keep And which will help you walk the…