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Poetry

By: Amy Rohrbaugh God the Artistcreated it all.He painted each leafin the beautiful fall.He shares His warmthin the bright yellow sunthat lights up the skyin the summery fun.He kisses the tulipswith colors of springand whispers to the birdsto get them…

Fiction

By Bennie Rosa Frank Stanley sat comfortably in his high-back wicker chair on the patio of his condo overlooking the Hackensack River. He could hear the Steins next door arguing with their teenage son. The wind was picking up and…

Poetry

By John Grey CLEARING UP seven years married,what have you done with the violence,the man unsure,there are just your eyes for evidenceand they that travel southwhen he looks from the eastand. of course, the pieces of the chair is the…

Poetry

By: Carl “Papa” Palmer have earslistenpay attentionavailabledon’t talk backor offer opinionnever interruptlet you have your say being the wallshould be mandatorytaught in schoolat homeon TVa college classbefore marriageprerequisite for politiciansand not just in America ### Carl “Papa” Palmer of Old…

Poetry

By: George Gad Economou Dark Lines, Dark Rooms never been able to write happy-go-lucky shit,never could produce a line that wouldn’t inducea sense of helplessness and distraught to the reader; “write happier lines.”“write more well-constructed poems.”“watch the language.” “edit.” “proofread.”“do…

Poetry

By: Enda Boyle Autumnal As inevitable as the season itself,a baggy, vague and crappy wordtumbling out from the mouthsof gormless T.V weather people.Blazed across reusable coffe cupsin orange pumpkin pastel script.A department store catch-allused to add novelty and classto bedspreads…

Books ReviewsEducationNews

By Onkar Sharma Very recently, I picked up another book from the Crossword bookstore. It was a book called ‘Fluid’ by Ashish Jaiswal. ‘Fluid’ is a treatise that questions the popular education system poised to produce specialists by discouraging cross-discipline…

Poetry

By: Farzana Israt Gonewherehasit gone? the timespentwith Nonsense? distant,something isbreaking. i awake. somewhere,i hearcrying. ### Filling inBut how does onenot daydreamendlessly?How can oneresist filling inthe empty spaceswith aneternal fantasy?

Poetry

By: Alex Andy Phuong Social hierarchyFilled with diversityColorful iridescenceAesthetic decadenceThere might be evilin the worldbut there is still hopefor the ones who dreamNo matter how hard life may seemCelebrate life and cheer for the dreamersPursuing passions respectfully

Poetry

By: Mary Bone Storms of Blue The storms of bluematched your eyes-sapphire orbs,moongazing into the universe,leaving twinkleson the horizon. ### Embracing the Sun A vacation beganby embracing the sun.With arms open wide,I was on an adventureas I relaxed in crystal…