By: Eric Burbridge             “Funeral homes, I hate them.” Doctor Eli Tonn whispered after he delayed a patient’s appointment so he could view the body of his aunt. He yanked open the huge wooden entrance door and walked into the…

By: William Tubman On the outskirt of west africa;where flames of fire are more than hell,stood my land in the middle of nowhere. Citizens are caged with agony in their own land like a police celland the masses are not…

By: Adam Wan Why do we write? Do we wish to escape into another world? Do we wish to release ourselves and our feelings? Do we wish to gain money and fame or status? Or do we wish to win…

By: Syed Mujtaba Ali Translated by: Md. Saber -E- Montaha, Senior Lecturer, Department of English, Northern University Bangladesh A friend of mine, Jhanduda, frequents Europe and America. He goes abroad so frequently that seeing him anyone might get confused if…

By: Paweł Markiewicz and over and over my most lovely dreameriesthe marvelous time will prophesize the philosophyalway the Erlking ensorcells my soulonce more the heart longs for gentle remoteness of poesyand time after time the meek Apollonian bliss-like tearsagain I…

By Mahala Spillers  Gareth didn’t have a mirror in his room at the boarding house. He had to imagine that his hair was combed to Magda’s liking. He had been at the boarding house for a long time. The landlords…

By: Bruce Mundhenke Songs of Yesterday In Nogales we drank tequila,Sang songs we were meant to forget,Wandered the streets all nightTill the roosters crowed,Then crossed the border and slept.In the daytime we showered in truck stops,Slept on Mount Lemon at…

by Markiewicz Paweł If it becomes darkly in methe meek dream comes into being almost neverthe mind sleeps in the Darkthe night unfolds its wingsthe dreameries are dyingthey are jonesing for the lightsI-Apollo am kissing the nighttimeso that a blackness…

By: Ruth Z. Demming The following was broadcast on WDVR-FM, as are all sermons on the Delaware Valley Radio Network. “I ain’t gonna lie to you,” pronounced Pastor Art Washington. “We done lost seven of our parishioners to the coronavirus….

By: Sheila Vaccaro On a quiet, damp morning in Southeast Pennsylvania, a mother and her young son visit a two-block park at the edge of town.  It is a hazy, earthy smelling square.  Through the center of the park, tall…