By: Brian Michael Barbeito There was an ugly man beside me. I am heavily trained and practiced in anti-oppression frameworks. I was perhaps the star social service worker of my Provence, perhaps beyond. There is that, yes, but there is…

By: J.K. Durick Even though most of the restrictionsHave been lifted I still carry their cardIn my wallet, buried in there with allThe rest, my driver’s license, insuranceCards and credit cards. It’s my “RecordCard” for Covid 19 vaccinations. FirstOn the…

By: KJ Hannah Greenberg Fun Hoover Sucking up all fun ain’t no man’s idea of party brio.Much better to hent joy on occasions than endeavorEntentes with miserable others. Abstruse behaviors aside, grunting, frowning, snarling, mostlyAmounts to otiose conducts. Instead, lend…

By John RC Potter Opening Frame “If I don’t get around to it, I hope one day you will write my life’s story.” Years ago my maternal grandmother told me stories about her life, reminiscences and recollections. She told them…

By: Karlie Taylor My little brother woke up in the middle of the night screaming, “It hurts! Sissy, help me!” Half-asleep, I listened to his voice claw at his bedroom door, spill out the hallway, and pull the sheets off…

By: Chris Kim Sculpted by hands of an Eastern craftsman,A story begins in the land where the sun expands.Cherry blossoms flutter, unfurling the past,Yet dreams dance westward, tethered to the mast.We set our sails, a sea of stars our guide,To…

Pune is a bustling city that attracts travellers worldwide. So whether visiting Pune for business or pleasure, finding the perfect hotel is essential for a comfortable and luxurious stay. And this blog compiles the ten best hotels in Pune that…

By: Hardeep Sabharwal Fourth image of fear Man fearsWhen his pocket is fullAnd is alone on the unknown path Man also fearsWhen according to the fixed format of the routineA loved one not returns backAnd also the thread of communication…

By: Kathleen Williams Renk In the late 1960s, one of my best high school girlfriends dated an A+ student who was the star of the cross-country team. He was black. When her parents discovered that her new love interest wasn’t…

By William T. Hathaway Shiva Nataraja In my autumn backyard I do puja to you,chanting your names,offering fruit, flower, and flameto the Lord of the Cosmic Dance.Falling leavescast dancing shadowsover your shiny brass body.The wind is blowing the leaves away,bringing…