Poetry
By: Deen Sayeedin Sense of suspensionSet out of subversionSuperfluous and scrumptious. Sacred senseStated behind the sunsetProfane sensePeers over the sunriseAmid an overflow of ultraviolet raysStimulate unholy atmospheresIntensifying suffocation and shrouding the sacred one. ### Deen Sayeedin is a student of…
MemoirNon-Fiction
(It is a chapter from Barbara’s yet-to-be-published memoir, “First You Grieve.”) By: Barbara Chiarello “Writing is like drawing poison out of your body, saving your own life — or the life of someone else.” — Donna Freitas Not Alone When…
Poetry
By: Bruce Levine Standing atop a stairwayFive flights up Figurative images Revealing nothing A dearth of language Parsimoniously sifting Like flour through a strainer Paradoxical entries Oxymorons Fugitive from reality Breathing life into cadavers Frankenstein’s monster Awakened Yet not alive…
Poetry
By: James Aitchison Love binds when anger does not.Fear is the flame that consumesthe lightness in the human soul.Like walking on cloud,the wise man leaves no prints.He passes by unscathed.Shadows retreat from his path.Reality he embraces,shielded from weakness.He knows eternal…
Essay
By James Aitchison Can elderly fingers, wrinkled, with pronounced knuckles, still tap out books that are relevant to readers, coherent in language and plot, and worthy to be published? It seems they can. While ageism confronts most in the workplace,…
Books ReviewsDrama
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…
Non-Fiction
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,…
Poetry
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…












