Poetry
By: Daniel Millard Should not an artistStarve himselfDown to aGood fighting weight? Writing himself outTo be theChampion of his times Echoing back – calling to his matesReaching back to all of those paintedYesterday’sAges that he knew he would never haveSurvivedLight…
Poetry
By: KJ Hannah Greenberg Not Rigorous Enough When words are rigorous enough to illuminate the discourse amidst dysfunctional adults,To create meaning from world leader’s remarks, to probe sundry romance novels, peopleContend that the breadth, external validity, & heuristic benefit discounting…
Poetry
By: Hidden pen Lost in my thoughts (What if?)….What if it all a lie?.What if we get to heavenAnd don’t get inside,What if we get to the gateAnd see God at the other side?. What if we can’t go back?,What…
Poetry
By: Kyle Callam With a leaden chest I must regrettably compileThe very last words that will come to defineYour very cruel and selfish last stanceAnd why you choose no more to danceAs to why you fled from a life of…
Poetry
By: Paweł Markiewicz The moony, dreamy naiad is awakened,like pearl in the deepest marine finery.She-muser of eternity seeks for hoard.Choir: Muse’s treasure amaranthine-gentle. The naiad to dearest prentice: Magicalis a hidden cavity, the wind told me.< Apprentice: >We are awoken…
Essay
By Debra J. White Home was a shabby brick apartment building in a working class, scrappy New York City neighborhood where families, even large ones, were packed into cramped quarters. I always knew I’d get old but it happened so…
Fiction
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…
Fiction
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…
Archaeology/History
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…
Poetry
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…












