By: Debbie Tunstall A tissue, a tissuegifted mother to her son. In the end, it was also me.Then my little sister. ” Just as long as you wipe them, “insisting that no one sees. We were taught to swallow tears…
By: J.K. Durick Weather Too The heat catches usup in itcaptures us inclimate change.A change but notfor the betterthough we canAC it awayturn our backsavoid the politicsof all this.Everything is politicalthese days –why not weather too?Heat wavestorrential downpoursflash floodingthey’re all…
By: Andrew Brindle and Christina Chin a fluttering batin the dawn skymy indecision a dropped mango dents the hood my old street the neighbors have aged a daughter sweeps the porch twisted trees on the mountainside we learn to survive…
By: Carl Papa Palmer The two wooden stickssticking out the wrapperof the frozen pop sickleis an obvious invitationto break in half and share
By: Douglas J. Lanzo Sounds from Iwo Jima Dedicated to the more than 6,800 marineswho gave their lives with valorfor our country in the Battle for Iwo Jima “Uncommon valor was a common virtue.” Admiral Chester NimitzWalking on the beachesI…
By: Snigdha Agrawal HAND IN HAND That fateful day, he walked right inWith a swagger loud as a violin.CONFIDENCE,The kind that fills up a room like incense. A thick mop of hair, gloriously wild,Curled rebelliously behind each ear,Sideburns that ran…
By: Priya Anand Palette of scenes from a train a bored guard on a snail paced goods trainan empty platform swept spotlessly cleana closed snack stand with red shuttersa lone man on a bench pondering life or the lack of…
By: Bruce Levine Ghosts and goblinsShadows interferedBy vestiges of days gone pastThat hover in the atmosphere Posted on each doorstepChildren bewareThis house is filled with creaturesThat waken in the nightParading on their journeyLike tempests to create fright Hurricanes happenA vortex…
By: James Aitchison In solitude,hear the voice: In every life,there is a moment.Infinite wisdom willreplace the transient.Loss will becomeyour armour.You will see life throughthe eye of the soul.You will walk thequiet path.For in this life,you have been chosen.
By: John Swain The Pavilion The pavilion blazes whitein the sunlined by marble waters,purple dragonflies alleythe clear bodybeneath your hibiscus robe,we listen when we readfrom the flamedraping the open trees,the light unchanges into light,the light transpierces lightlike a waterfall of…