By: JD DeHart All you need exists in the top right-hand drawer, including the bits of tape, the old pictures of yourself, the business card, a reminder about your ego, the birthday candle you told yourself you would keep, the folded…
By: Ruth Z. Deming We are all of one family here under the aluminum shell of this popular filler-up join If attacked we would cling together like wagon trains rolling across the virgin plains Bucky, the manager, would protect us, so…
By: Ruth Z. Deming I came out of the water one day and became a dragonfly. I didn’t know what to do. Under water they called me a nymph. Like the fish that surrounded me I flashed my gills and thought…
By: Ruth Z. Deming One morning I woke up with that feeling of “ugh”: I haven’t written a good poem in nearly a month. Only yesterday I called and invited myself over. Slipped on my black clogs and walked out the…
By: Ruth Z. Deming This story was originally published in Harper’s Bazaar, 1952 “A Mother’s Tale” is open to interpretation by the critics and professors Let me fill you in. We’re talking cows here the slow comely soft-eyed darlings the English…
By: Malcolm Carvalho The wolf did not like the stars in the sky. He thought they were too bright. The monkeys put a crane on the moon, pulled the stars down to Earth and lit them in a bonfire. The next…
By: Malcolm Carvalho Yesterday, I picked up a stone, tore it into two, and gave you one half. You nurtured it, gave it wings, I taught mine to sing, somehow it also learnt to sting. Your stone sprouted a beak and…
By: Ananya S Guha what if how if why if in inner turmoil it lies in the ICU doctors are on indefinite strike. damn them. animals are now predating it. carcasses are ready. infinity, time bound. history is already dead. save…
By: Linda M Crate there is no fountain of time that can give us back our youth so it would be best for you if you could straighten your shoulders, and leave that behind us; i am not coming back…
By: Linda M Crate pumpkin scented autumn afternoons scattered in citrine, gold, scarlet, emerald, and rust fall has graced us with apples and beauty; you stand complaining of the coming winter always taking for granted these moments we cannot get…