By: Frank H. Coons Failed Promises at the Reading They have come to hearwhat my companion and I have written.Twenty-five pairs of eyes who knowwe can’t tell them why they were born. And yet, there is a glimmer of expectation,that…

By: Jim Jas Destined Prisoner I’m an addict.I’m an addict to anxiety and stress.I’m an addict to laughter and dancing.I’m an addict. To you.To me.To everything in between. I’m just like everyone else.Just another human being stuck in uncertainty.Unaware of…

By: Dan O’Neill              “How would you like to have lunch at the best  restaurant in the world ?”               That was the question I put to my old friend, Colleen Moran. We had been friends in high school and…

By: Ute Carson Bookends My book of life is wedged between bookends.I search for mories I want to keep.There is a chapter on my beginnings,several about my middle years,and one, in progress, anticipating the end.A few are marked “special,”many are…

By: Bruce Levine Tuesdays were always good days. It was an anniversary. Not a formal anniversary, but one just the same – a Tuesday was the day of their first meeting and the beginning of them being together. Now Tuesdays…

It’s common for Delhiites and people living in the NCR to escape to the mountains on extended weekends and during holidays. I hail from Himachal so I understand the anxiety to go to the cool mountains and the charm of…

By: Sheila E. Murphy abecedarian anthropology is not my majorbut has evolved to draw meclose by quiz prep to thedownside of experience aselevation, shaping shorthandfractals at first flea-sized then scaledgargantuan before summerheat expands to lay low towardimmediate centering that precludesjaywalking…

By William T. Hathaway Humanity is now in disaster mode, trapped in three double binds: a choice between war or national decline if we don’t fight, between climate catastrophe or economic collapse if we make changes, between COVID 19 or…

By Karen Lee Stradford The worldin a terrible state,peace, love and happiness is-lost. Like a bumpy, gravel road,life is difficult to maneuver,negative vibes are ahead. At war with ourselves,weapons are everywhereas hate speech surrounds. The pain is killing us,people don’t…

By: Jim Murdoch Lives, Lived and Unlived Poems don’t have meanings.They have vague possibilities and much the same can be said of life.We desperately seek the meaning of lifeall the while failing to fathom its potential. Answers, which many mistake…