By: J.K. Durick Streams Stepping across, carefully, there’s a stumblebuilt into this, a foot on the closest stonethen onto the next and next, till you havecrossed with your feet, shoes almost dry.I did this in a dream last night, like…

By: Jim Bates Choirs singing songsOf peace and joy so soothingLike snowflakes falling. Kids falling asleepSafe and warm with Christmas dreamsOf sleigh bells ringing. Soft lustrous moonlightFills the night with visions ofSugar plums dancing. Children’s laugher ringsWhile old folks share…

By: Ramlal Agarwal Like Salman Rushdie, Arundhati Roy is not deterred by the constraints of using English as Indo-English writers did before Rushdie. Rushdie and Roy adapt English to suit the expression of the chaotic emotional turmoil of the Indian…

By: Cailey Tarriane A creature with qualities of a bird who can soar high and low,face ups and downs, zigs and zags I am unready for, I, a birdwith the comforts of its nest, well provided by its twigs, self-builtbut…

By: Stephen Faulkner             Since it has gained its small share of notoriety over the past few months it has been labeled a “profession” in a sneering sort of manner.  One does not go into such a discipline lightly, seeking…

By: Elizabeth V.Koshy An excavator pounds the rock,earth moving machines claw outboulders to make boulder-hills,from the first light to evening twilight. Working to the dictates of the concrete mixeryellow-helmeted automatons, apparitions in grey,collect the spewed out concrete in wheelbarrowsand empty…

By: Alan Berger Do you rememberWhat day we met?What time it was?That my shirt was redYou laughedAt everythingThat I said What we drankAnd how manyThe waiter’s name too? I know you don’tBut I do I don’t rememberThe promises to you…

By: Radomir Vojtech Luza American Original I was born out of Hitler’s bloody diseaseStalin’s scarred and shredded knees Raised in the Deep SouthWhere African AmericansHang from treesLike gray moss Schooled in the finest Catholic institutionsOf higher learning where hypocrisyWas the…

By: April Mae M. Berza Percy Lapid is the Phoenix Rising from the Ashes We can because we believeWe believe because we canStill, we rise above the challenges. We dream it until we make it a realityWe make it a…

By: April Mae M. Berza Dale As I Dream of the Stars at Night I’ve seen you before in one of my dreams,gratitude embraced you and the universe of versesconspired to make you a reality, you smiledat me, and I…