By Glenn John Arnowitz Okay, so I have a few guilty pleasures. Well, more than a few. A big one was that I was a fan of the show, thirtysomething, the late […]
fiftysomething: Looking back at a guilty pleasure
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Did Anyone Ever Tell You, You Look Like…
By: Glenn John Arnowitz In 2005 I met actor Ricky Aiello, son of actor Danny Aiello, at my friend’s annual Christmas Eve party. Ricky and I immediately hit it off. The fact […]
The Moods You Feed Me
By: Alison Auch It’s a liquid dinner that I can’t escapethe bones cross sideways as I walkthis path of marigolds, dogs, dust. It’s dinnertime at my house, and thechildren are in bed, […]
Our Prisons
By: Mike Turner We each live in prisonsOf our own designServing a sentenceFor crimes we have committedAgainst ourselves There are walls, bars, fencesAll to confine usInsuring personal pain is maintainedAffliction is ongoingHappiness […]
‘Disguise’ and other poems
By: Sushant Thapa Disguise Trace the mind in disguise,Lies and truths both need utterance.Only what is devised has layers of meanings.It’ll be a camouflage if a psychiatrist uses a stethoscopeBecause it is […]
Heterosexual love essay
By: Raj Ratan Mala “It’s just a phase”Sure,Like ignorance could get reality erasedThe way coming outAdded motives to count me outJudging if its my “taste”.Sin?Absolutely,When they crawled under my skinSomeone whisperedLoving is […]
The Grandmother
By: Christopher Johnson Grandmother Newman and I were walking in the dense, mysterious, almost impenetrable woods that brooded across the street from our house, and my tiny hand was embedded in […]
Fine Margins
By: David Patten It didn’t really matter to Lamar. It was good to get the A express, but usually he just rode the first B or C local that pulled into […]
Fruit of sin
By: Suveeksha Viswanathan A towering ceiling fan,an untrustable axle,making my slumbermy last. A rope cast round their neck,felicitous ants floatingon a jar full of honey. A placid, vile snake you were,warm, loving […]
Footprints on Water
By: Jessabele Gorozon Bentazal Creation Covering is darkness,Then here comes the greatest artist.Well done, the ambience has transformed,From chaos comes peace.Then, from among the ashes,A masterpiece was born. ### A Sacrifice Punished […]
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