By John RC Potter Chapter 1 ……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………… It was late June and Victoria had just been down at the river’s edge looking at the stones that were scattered along the sloping banks, as well as others that she could see…

By Marieke Steiner After having been admitted to the hospital several days ago for toxic shock syndrome from a menstrual cup, my youngest daughter Brittany is now septic. Brit’s health declined sharply after the antibiotics for the staph infection didn’t…

By: Jina Choi What would you think if someone asked you to return an item you’d already paid for? You would have the right to reject it because you have already paid for it. Some countries want heritage items to…

By: Vyarka Kozareva IN THE BOUDOIR OF THE DAY The morning keepsBehind its curtainsPieces of human fragility:Micro-nuclei of pain,Droplets of hope, snippets of murkAll waiting to get collected diligently,Arranged carefully,And tied byParty-colored ribbons, cord or wire—According to the rate of…

The Harlem Renaissance was a period of cultural and artistic flourishing in the African American community in New York City from the 1920s to the early 1930s. It was a time of great creativity and experimentation, and many talented writers…

By: Brian Michael Barbeito  Prologue Inside the world that lost its way, Mary Laura McNicol Mills did not. she had no choice. not having what others had, she didn’t have the luxury of time, or the upbringing, to know the…

Ecocriticism is a relatively new field of literary criticism that has left a lasting impact – not only in poetry circles but in environmental and sustainability circles. Ecocriticism claims to examine the relationship between literature and the environment. It emerged…

By: Tamizh Ponni VP The last time Atul listened to  Bill Withers’s “Lovely Day” could have easily been 20 years ago. Mirror balls adorning the well-lit fresh Christmas conifer glistened under the moonlight’s graceful intrusion into the living room. Sweden…

By: Judith Ferster Deprivation or Trying on the Other We don’t have it easy being white. The apesthat ape you in cartoons are whitebut grew fur coats to compensate.Our only prize is vitamin D.The price is wrinkles and skin cancer.When…

By: Dmitriy Shandra there’s somebody’s voice inside of yourself:it’s saturday, fifth of november,tomorrow is sixth, and the daysthat used to trot briskly aheadnow drag on, exhausted horses,rusted clay of fatigueon the soles of your shoesthe autumnal sun, leadingthe first days…