By: Jon Carter don’t think how long mustthe soul remainunfed- the leafless treesare pale yellow miragesof themselvesof the springstoic atop frosted hills… …but on the bus when I close myeyes I make themgo away-power? no, only perception. opening my eyes…

By: Michelle Faulkner This is not a quaint case of the bluesNo handkerchief for a dainty cheekI want to howl, I want to shriekI want to tear the world in two As you safely standIn your well-dressed landHanding out ornate…

By: Louis Efron Beautiful Trees Petrified roots cemented deepIn the rigid jaws of Earth Arms struggling against another stormFruit and leaves dead yet unfallen Thrust to crackCrack to break Limb to limb, serpentine rainFills the spaces between Two imposing figures…

By: Pawel Markiewicz The vault opens itself at dawn.The calyx of an Arctic alpine forget-me-not reopensfor an enchanting glory of the sunshiny dreams,because of the eternally august poem,that reads lenient and benignant. Throughout the day:there is up there a paradisiacal…

By William T. Hathaway Posted on streetlamps all over Germany are stickers showing fleeing silhouettes with the caption, “Refugees welcome – bring your families”. Some have been blacked out with felt markers or ripped partially away. The Germans have mixed…

By: J.K. Durick On Hold It’s another worldYou dial intoIt rings twice andYou’re thereA voice greets you andTells you thatYour call is importantTo themAnd to stay on the lineAndYour call will be answeredIn the order it was receivedThen the music…

By: Bruce Levine Friday seemed like it would never come. If the time was distance and it was measured in lightyears it would still be incalculable. For Wendi Blake time had definitely stood still. The reality was that it was…

By William T. Hathaway The wise men of the establishment are again telling us that hopes for lasting peace are a delusion. They declare that human nature makes it impossible, that war is built into our genes. They point to…

While the international system today may look vastly different from what it used to be back in the Cold War era, it is no different in India’s case except for one thing. Back then India was a third world developing…

By: Jim Brosnan Along Muddy Banks On a gray morningin the early hoursafter first light, I follow a mile longwooden boardwalk,binoculars in hand, sight a pair of whiteegrets and an ibisamidst thick reeds. In an estuary sixhundred yards awaya teal-headed…