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Poem: A State of Living

By: Steve Lopez Miracle happens Currently helpless but cared It will not last long Ignorance is bliss Everything is fun and games for the time being Cog in the machine Past decisions, bring relief Others some regret Time is running out…

Poem: Laughter…A Cure

By: Daniel Sou The sound of laughter Is a sound of joy A joy that can spread all around It doesn’t matter what age you are Or what race you are Laughing is for everybody And it will sustain us, so…

Poem: The right things…

By: Aruna Subramanian I start every day thinking to do the right things. I align every act accordingly. When I believe All is well, around me few wrongs happen. Those that you named as wrongs! I still intend to do the…

Poem: Right or Wrong?

By: Aruna Subramanian Was I wrong to have taken the wrong as right? Or was I right to not take the right as wrong? Now, Is it right to set the wrong as right? Or is it wrong to slip the…

Story: Dishwashing

By: Neal Lipschutz I was alone in the apartment on a late Saturday morning and the phone just kept ringing. My mother didn’t get many calls, though at first I thought it was for her when I picked up and…

Poem: To My Old Friend Who Knows How It Is

By: Lynn White What ever happened my old friend? You know right from wrong. You know, you saw with your eyes open. You knew oppression, abuse of power, state terror, apartheid. You knew. You know. We boycotted, we campaigned, we…

Poem: The Revolution Is Postponed

By: Lynn White The revolution is postponed until the towels are on, so they once said. Until last orders had been called and the beer pumps covered with towels to make it clear that they would be pulled no more…

Poem: Mr. Amiable

By: JD DeHart If were small, yellow, and round, I would be better at communicating by Emoji. If were more expressive, perhaps, people might like me more, but they would also know more of my thoughts. Probably not a helpful…

Poem: Dance Cards Punched

By: JD DeHart The simple human sway of path leading to path, we went our separate ways, only to be reunited briefly years later, thanks to digital tracks. You were still an atheist, person of few words, and we reminisced…