By: Malini Misra What can I write, that hasn’t already been written about, what can I possibly think that hasn’t been thought about. The origin of thought, the beauty of creativity, the moment I think of a new thought, a new…

By: Arina Yu There is a fish that is always behind trying to catch up to the others like Nemo. Although the fish swims, the fish eats, and the fish simply lives, its happiness is a crumbling cookie. The fish’s face…

By: Kimberly Potter Kendrick Ocean roars Eyes envision midnight blue, turquoise, teal, bronzed green Not simply one, all precise Tunnel vision, limited vision Black and white Closed minds remain Hands intertwined; caramel and ivory Stares Why must they gawk? Grey…

By: JD DeHart Pelican mouths carrying whatever pelicans carry, perhaps microscopic fishes, floating in the air just beyond the dock Life keeps going carrying shopping bags into a set of sleepy mobile homes an orange tree offers no shadow Mad…

By: JD DeHart Behind dark glasses, with a derivative haircut, slicked back like a government agent on a Saturday morning cartoon, he looks ready to made a deal, smoothing out the jagged edges of bartering. Maybe a novice negotiator, maybe…

By: JD DeHart Of course, there is probably no way to really prepare. A string can be tied around the finger only so many times. I could run one hundred images, scenarios through my mind. The script gets old, tattered,…

By: Arushi Singh Tell me the price Of college girl stereotypes And the blazing Hippy hopeful blonde eyes Spiirits of intoxicating Spirits with cigarettes Tipped on cracked glass Rum and gin With a dash of Hope and flying Dolphins In mother’s…

By: John Grey The bed beguiles even when not in action. Its very anticipation of bodies is an impression in itself. The blanket is turned down. The coil-springs of the mattress near-burst with latent energy. Even its very stillness is an…

By: John Grey Three high school sweethearts, one from my first workplace, two from my second, the redhead I met on my travels, the blonde I married and divorced, a couple of in-betweeners and then you – I have been…

By: Linda M Crate i’m a woman, but that doesn’t mean that i will be weak or docile succumbing to the will of those who are wicked; i am not inferior to any man more than well aware of my…