By: Ethan Goffman If I drive the ball hard into the backhand corner that’s his weakness. It’s working—he’s not that athletic. Can’t hit while on the move. Also not that bright—not able […]
Thoughts While Playing Tennis
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The Violin
By: Bruce Levine Avery laughed. It was a bitter laugh. He’d been through it before, many times in fact. And each time it had gotten harder. Losing a bid at an […]
The A to Z of A.L.T.: The Fabulous World of André Leon Talley
By: Elaine Lennon Abyssinian Baptist Church, Harlem, NYC. The oldest congregation of African Americans there is in New York State. My sanctuary! My saviour! I live in faith, hope and light. And […]
Superficial Detachment
By: Deogratias Kagali I was chasing the clouds all alongMy gaze fixed to the heavensMy feet treading blindly on earth I invested my all to this questUnnoticing the world around meGrowing insensitive […]
‘Ancestors’ and other poems
By: J. K. Durick Ancestors I can picture them, can’t youOur ancestorsThere in their huts and hovelsImagining a new life elsewhereThinking of moving onWanting something betterFor their children, grandchildrenEven their old ageI […]
I Left Pieces of My Skin in China
By: Anya Barlett there along The Bundas my reflection fadedinto the hazebefore I crossed the Huangpu Riverto Nanjing Road,the world’s busiest shopping area.The sun a forgotten friendto my face as my nervessweated […]
‘A False Epistemology’ and other poems
By: KJ Hannah Greenberg A False Epistemology A false epistemology, affected steadfastly, makes life unlivable.Even had we most desired effects, services, we’d need miracles.Truth persists as consequential to originators, to people aspiringTo […]
Dirt Bike
By Karen Lee Stradford I’m 16 today.I got a dirt bike.After years of asking, I knew that my parents would finally give in.I can’t wait tocruise.The envy of my friends. First thing […]
Story with the Sad Girl
By Harrison Abbott I’d just finished work for the evening and I walked to the bus stop in an elated mood. I got to the stop and checked the screen for the […]
‘Don’t Go There’ and other poems
By: Leigh-Anne Burley Don’t Go There A child in the wombhears whispers ofgrievances trapped inclouds of vapor We walk apart withblood splattered facesuse our tonguesas battering rams Behind crooked smileswe shake hands […]
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