By: Mayumi Yamamoto “My favorite hymn.”This is the title I was given to write something aboutfor a quarterly magazineof our small Anglican church.But it felt very difficult to choose just one. I spent my high school dayssinging Christian hymnsevery morning…

By: K Vanaja Malathy My grandson with his self assembled and engineered drone,one noon, led me into the openness of a field.The drone is his self-built toy,Rubbing his sagacious nose, my little fellow explained the navigationalflight control techniques of his…

By: Anna Cates *Odesan outskirtsfalling on disturbed soildry locust leaf*cold Aprilheavy on his shoulderair bomb*partisans fordthe swollen river—songbirds*red horizongiving sway to bluenight’s swathing peace*war orphanswhat their eyes absorbeach snowflake*the forest’s depththose who know the waygrow only more lost*one comrade winksanother…

By: Michael C. Seeger  The Kite I carry you running across a field of grass nestledon a spectacular Sierra Nevada Mountain ridgeline in August below Heavenly ski resort high abovethe vast and noble hue of Lake Tahoe’s blueness, you are…

By: Todd Mercer Either nobody had information on what caused the restaurant blaze, or they’re all in on it. Each local station put out footage of smoldering char-wood that was previously the thriving Maguire’s Surf-n-Turf. Now it’s an issue of…

By: Ramlal Agarwal Desirable Daughters is a powerful expression of the collective Indian psyche and Indian ethos. It shows how Indians are fascinated by the technological excellence, money power, and narcissistic individualism of the West and how they long to be a…

By: Amrita Valan Sand Deep Sans Loss She pullsA stoical faceUpper lip pursedLower lip curled.Her grace is wooden. Hair bondingMedusa moments.Coffee cup PausesRelaxed reveries. The morning beachesshored up…Wet sand excessesCastle building halted. Sun lit waves recedeInto eavesCornices cobwebbedCreepy eerie crevices….

By: Thomas O’Connell Virtual Weather All my dataHas been storedIn a thunder cloudSomeday soon, it will start to rain As a downpourReleasingLapsed friend suggestionsRecently deleted emails All my bygonePhotographsEventuallyGathering in curbside puddlesSplashed onto the shoes of someone waiting for a…

By: Alan Berger You don’t have to look upI have the proofIt may be a thought, a bit too abruptBut we all are sleeping under the same roof And yet I am getting so used to making the same mistakesI…

By: Anna Louise Steig The overhead fan is buzzing like a mindless insect, and I am waiting for my boyfriend to twist on the water before I let my piss spray into the toilet bowl, hoping he won’t hear the…