By: Azmat Ali Samuel Beckett’s Waiting for Godot (1953) remains one of the most iconic literary expressions of existentialism in twentieth-century drama. According to Flynn (2006), “Existentialism is a philosophical movement that focuses on individual human freedom, choice, and existence. It holds…

[Kiriti Sengupta’s Selected Poems published by Transcendent Zero Press, Houston (Texas)] By Mitali Chakravarty “What if you weren’t a poet?” (“Intrinsic”) Well, he wasn’t. A poet. I am referring to Kiriti Sengupta, who began as a dentist and developed a…

By: NB  One            This title may trigger your curiosity a bit. It’s either you are married, or a single mom. But how can you be both? This world is full of married single moms. No matter the ethnicity,…

By: Carl Papa Palmer Blue Tooth I ask how she’s doing. As if contemplating her answershe holds up a finger and begins speaking loudly,but not quite looking at me. She keeps turning away, gesturing to no one as I attemptto…

By: April Mae M. Berza In the heat-drenched corners of the Philippine archipelago—where roads turn to rivers during monsoon, where schools are often hours away by foot, and where children dream in dialects rarely printed in textbooks—education does not begin…

By: Andrew Giusto “I have found a bizarre universe of brightly colored horses about one half the size of other horses and yet seemingly at adult and seemingly beyond ages. The colors are fundamental to them and I suspect genetic…

By: Ron Riekki 1             The Poet Laureate pulls me aside and tells me that the next Poet Laureate to be elected to his position is going to be white and it’s going to be a friend of his and…

By: Tracy Kempsey The first time Nick saw Cassie standing in the living room of his flat it was exactly six months after her funeral. She was standing in the same spot as the television, occupying the same space, nearly…

By: Christopher Johnson New York, you are a blasphemous monster, a sybaritic Gomorrah, a never-ending explosion of neon lights. Your subways carve through the sinful soil and snake their way forward, walled with darkened tiles and clanking metal and pillars…

By: Steve Lightbody Sonnet no. 16 In fire’s dancing glow the summer shinesWhen sun is down and Bella Luna laughsWith silver warmth which dries the blind-man’s bathIn which we bathe when Earth to night inclines.When days grow long at solstice’s…