By: Michael Chin Rey Mysterio, five-foot-six, professional wrestling’s littlest star, presses his masked forehead to the forehead of children in the crowd on his way to the ring. He whispered to each one variations on the same message. Not words of…
By: Michael Chin The Ultimate Warrior used to run to the ring. Long hair waving behind him. Fist pumping. And I pumped my fist too. At the spectacle. At the intensity. At the explosion. Ten, fifteen years later, when he’d…
Perceptions is a poetry collection that challenges many of our attitudes and values, showing us many of our concerns that grow more troubled in these difficult times. Here is what Gary Beck says about his poetry collection: Disasters of our…
By: F. Poussin Is it so wrong begging to follow the path of the berry so tender, so plump and so full of its nectar, as she sinks her pearls in the flesh delectable, so mysterious of many savors, born in…
By: F. Poussin Focused inward to a reality unseen, privileged, puerile, the towel dowsed in the shower’s summer rain is dry. Impossible, illusory, farther as it might be close, a quake sudden, fast rotation, the jerk to a better realm. Behind…
By: F. Poussin The odd die is cast, for it is not of six sides; only two options will emerge from the drunken roll. A yes or a zero, no maybe nor perhaps; The gray areas will be white or they…
By: Neil Creighton It is a facsimile, but few galleries are more beautiful. There is a hush, a sense of the sacred. In the dim light the walls shimmer with copies of artwork, walls and ceiling covered with confident boldness of…
By: Adreyo Sen On the F Train she is yet another prisoner straitjacketed by Pink North Face, her anxious hands cuffed by anxiety, McDonalds imprisoning the slender cheekbones her once tender husband teased would shatter his heart. Her eyes dulled are…
By: Angelica Fuse He moves, travels through his own world of cast off goods Some would say he has wings on his back, a guardian angel sent here to test our faith in humanity I just say he smells like piss.
By: Ruth Deming No, it’s not in the family no, I’m not overweight no, I don’t drink soda or eat Tastykakes. It was the lithium that did it ruined my kidneys those impeccable filters that keep our insides clean Up…