By: Ethan Goffman My poem is not in heaven, my poem is not in hell.Like scores of dozens of thousands of others,like the stars strewn across the cold night skyawaiting a dawn that may never come,My poem is in limbo….

By: Ranjit Kulkarni “No Papa, I didn’t lose the pen,” I cried in agony, as Papa slapped my open palm with the cane he had in his right hand. “This will teach you that you shouldn’t speak lies. If you…

By: Moulay Cherif CHEBIHI HASSANI I still remember, O my sweet companion,Of that chaste kiss on your innocent breast,Nourished by the emotion that love accompaniesIn the field of the passions of a budding feeling. You lent yourself to the game,…

By: Shilpa Girish That! Your sight of lust,Caused me twirl my head awaySwaying my reticenceAnd, when you clasped my face,Caressed my forehead,Then my eyes and cheeks,I wanted to stay in your embrace forever!But it’s then! I was cajoled,With warmth of…

By: Gaya Gayatrinath GSA a friend of mine called me from a country overseastold me he heard USA is now called GSA overseasUS consul there assured my friend nothing had changed‘just replaced U with G’, US consul told my friend‘GSA…

By Gaither Stewart The last time I saw Algodón was in the instant before the medics pulled the sheet over his face. From my fourth floor balcony across the narrow street, even in the faint late-night illumination I could perceive…

By: E. Martin Pedersen Confess to What? I enter my living roomgather my family aroundyou need to go away, I sayso I can be alone and strip downcover my skin with ice creamand waitspumoni swirl and rocky roaddrip lickthey obligeI…

By: April Mae M. Berza As a writer and reader, I’d like to advocate for the joys of reading. From 2015, I’ve been giving away books to individuals and institutions such as hospitals, local high schools, etc. It is an…

By: Tamara Raidt Austrian doctor my consultations usuallylast 7 minutes             the doctor said I stopped.in the middle of a sentence. and we’re already at 11             she raised her eyes                        from the computer screen have you seen a therapist…

By Eric Burbridge             The impact spun the vehicle and shattered glass followed his body against the door. Nick was ejected before the car flipped. He couldn’t feel his legs. His face was pushed against the curb. What happened, what…