
By C.A. Haines When I vacation, I stay close to the coasts; if I go inland, I limit travel to major cities, ones with a nice mix of colors, like my hometown, […]
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By C.A. Haines When I vacation, I stay close to the coasts; if I go inland, I limit travel to major cities, ones with a nice mix of colors, like my hometown, […]
By: Strider Marcus Jones WE MOVE THE WHEEL we move the wheelthat turns through each mistake,giving motionto the roles we chimeuntil both trickle out of timelike brittle steelthat rusts and breaksinto lapsed […]
By: Viator Remote Stations We are spacefirst of all—the intersticesbetween the polesof what is— so must bemostly of whatis not so primarilythat which isnothing, leaving us a little lightin the lowdownwhere we […]
By: Shai Afsai Several years agoworking as a middle school librarianI took a group of studentson a field trip to Slater Millin Pawtucket, Rhode Island. I purchased a coffee mug at the […]
By: Md. Saber -E- Montaha The Bicameral Mind -Hush, stop that noise-It’s not me-Who’s it then?-It’s me, you, and it’s we-Tell it to stop then-It won’t listen to us-Stop it I say, […]
By: Vishakha Sen I am not in Love; Love is in me.I wish to turn into rust now, but it is my old ironsmith.My mother had instilled it in me.From womb to […]
By: Kyle Singh What stood beyond the negatives were the damped reflections of my astigmatism.They spread upon the kitchen table between my mouth and a lighted candle.I spoke my piece and described […]
By: Vipul Lunia Flask to the mouth, eyes closed, you take a sip. Despite the small mouth on the flask, you take a big one. It burns you inside. You shake your […]
By: Ajay Kumar Nair Rama’s Exile maya stands by the banks of sarayu –the flesh on her feet only grains of sandthat waters of time lick & spit anewas she waits to […]
By: Don Tassone The tears in my eyes helped me see more clearly. From the middle of the church, I could make out the white pall draped over the casket, at rest […]