By: Pijush Kanti Deb  A Straight Street Action and reactionblowwhispering and counter whispering,blastshouting and retaliated shoutingandgive birth to a universal realisationof the value of life and timetillthe construction of a Straight Street,polishedby the sweetness of eloquenceandhardenedby the goodness ofgifts, rewards…

By: Connor Orrico Language languishes like the ballet dancerin penché as lights turn off on stage;I have exhausted its nourishment and am leftwith the bitterness of bromide in my mouth.

By: Olabisi Bello “And the opposite of life is not death, it’s indifference.”— Elie Wiesel Beyond the windows of my school busempty eyes call out to meluring me in with their overbearing gaze.The raging sun boils the skinpeeling onto the…

By: Bruce Levine Heather fastened the collar tighter around her neck. It was almost spring, but there was still a chill in the air. She wondered when spring would actually arrive; she was tired of winter, even if the air…

By: Ted Mc Carthy REVISITATIONS Tremor cordis. Remember how it wasat about twentytrying to decipher Latin tagsin the winter garden but nothing connecting,language resolute in keeping out;the soil too, locked and blank, leaves swept or ribboned,verges black and razored; everything…

By: James Bates The memories were flooding my mind,Waves crashing on the beach,Windswept sand blowing,The last light of day receding,Gulls calling along the shore,And Dad with his speed graphic camera,Taking photographs.I was barely aware of him.Instead, I looked out to…

By Drew Alexander Ross             “Tommy threw Dad’s wallet on the roof.”             These words revealed to my parents they had a liar-liar pants-on-fire rascal for a kid.             This happened during a family vacation when I was seven years…

By: Ria Banerjee The nucleus is unstable-each atom of my being breaks away,breaks apart, micron by micron-till it collapses.Memories travel light years-to steal a kiss,to touch, to feel-to wither away in thattouch and feel.We are separated by forceful erasures in…

By: Haiqi Zhou Neighbors who came across the old colonel lately, on one or several of his many saunters along the banks of the Suzhou river, often described him as drifting in some dreamy trance. Indeed, having devoted his youth…

By  Anita G. Gorman It was the fifteenth day of the plague. Well, not the plague exactly, but what was now being called the Hodie virus. Juliana was scared. Everyone was now inside. Spring was starting to show itself. Shoots…