By Glenn John Arnowitz Okay, so I have a few guilty pleasures. Well, more than a few. A big one was that I was a fan of the show, thirtysomething, the late 1980s hour-long drama that depicted the lives of…

By: Glenn John Arnowitz In 2005 I met actor Ricky Aiello, son of actor Danny Aiello, at my friend’s annual Christmas Eve party. Ricky and I immediately hit it off. The fact that he grew up with an Italian father…

By: Alison Auch It’s a liquid dinner that I can’t escapethe bones cross sideways as I walkthis path of marigolds, dogs, dust. It’s dinnertime at my house, and thechildren are in bed, stories ofmy camera, my lens, my not seeing…

By: Mike Turner We each live in prisonsOf our own designServing a sentenceFor crimes we have committedAgainst ourselves There are walls, bars, fencesAll to confine usInsuring personal pain is maintainedAffliction is ongoingHappiness and peace are excluded Days stretch to months…

By: Sushant Thapa Disguise Trace the mind in disguise,Lies and truths both need utterance.Only what is devised has layers of meanings.It’ll be a camouflage if a psychiatrist uses a stethoscopeBecause it is a physician and specialist who actually needs one.The…

By: Raj Ratan Mala “It’s just a phase”Sure,Like ignorance could get reality erasedThe way coming outAdded motives to count me outJudging if its my “taste”.Sin?Absolutely,When they crawled under my skinSomeone whisperedLoving is a blessingLoving genderfree,A curse within;A prince kissing a…

By: Christopher Johnson             Grandmother Newman and I were walking in the dense, mysterious, almost impenetrable woods that brooded across the street from our house, and my tiny hand was embedded in hers, and her skin felt like dry, smooth…

By: David Patten           It didn’t really matter to Lamar.  It was good to get the A express, but usually he just rode the first B or C local that pulled into the 125th Street station.  The platform was less…

By: Suveeksha Viswanathan A towering ceiling fan,an untrustable axle,making my slumbermy last. A rope cast round their neck,felicitous ants floatingon a jar full of honey. A placid, vile snake you were,warm, loving scales coiling,I the hen unaware. A frolicking raven…

By: Jessabele Gorozon Bentazal Creation Covering is darkness,Then here comes the greatest artist.Well done, the ambience has transformed,From chaos comes peace.Then, from among the ashes,A masterpiece was born. ### A Sacrifice Punished but innocent,Nailed without a sin,Alone, he welcomes deathTo…