By: Suchoon Mo a man and a woman walk on the deserted beach side by side hand in hand they are going somwhere or nowhere his footprints are left behind him her […]
Footprints
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The Prisoner of War
By: Mark Kodama Johnny knew he had been here before – many times before. He could hear the Taliban fighters outside his mud hut, speaking Farsi. The leader – with a dark […]
‘A walk spanning several blocks’ and other poems by Samuel Strathman
By: Samuel Guest a walk spanning several blocks morning doves shuffling along front lawns as cardinals recite poetic verse in flocks of three to five the smell of burning firewood follows my […]
Me and My Anosmia: Living without Smelling
By Dan Brooks My olfactory senses have never been great. The running joke in our house is that when people talk about hints of spices in the nose of a wine, or […]
My Door
By: Sandra L Todd I really wanted this job! I kept calling back and checking on my resume. They told me they needed to check out my references. I waited a couple […]
‘The Quarter’ and other poems by John Drudge
By: John Drudge The Quarter Their love was secure As he walked From the couch To the kitchen And when she looked up And smiled at him While she worked On a […]
Eco-Friendly Measures Will Ensure Better Water Management in Chennai
By: Dr. Niranjan Hiranandani Across India, water scarcity amidst fast rising urbanization is a common factor. Residents of India’s sixth largest city, Chennai, face the challenge of water crisis which has been […]
The Vow
By: Kathleen Renk Working for God is never easy. I made my vows years ago, after being abandoned here at St. Brigid’s. The Laundry washed away my sin but I had nowhere […]
Henry’s End
By Bernie Silver Henry Parsons had never read Norman Vincent Peale or any of his countless successors, yet he believed in the power of positive thinking, having concluded on his own that […]
‘We see death when we see crows’ and other poems by Lola Stansbury-Jones
By: Lola Stansbury-Jones We see death when we see crows. And so the murder gathers, with the break of dawn’s light. I wake with the crows, little winged messengers with coats as […]
