By: Gaither Stewart Whether revisionists and debunkers agree or not, the Café de Flore on Paris’ Boulevard Saint Germain is a living institution. Since its founding in 1870 it has existed as a café and a second home for French-speaking…

By: Mahathi FROM INDIA WITH LOVEI come from here, this nation, this terrain,this clay, and this hot lush with darker skinand sweat fragrance…yes, India, my reign,the land of Gods, afreets and weird goblins. Here yonder sprinkles love, the earth breaths…

By: Edwin Olu Bestman Begin with its North that is covered in crystal tears,Lips that dip, dwell and drown into silence,With a heart that sleeps in a scattered field Find a route to the West,The west that births darkness admist…

By: Franny Harold nxiety After Eating Fiber Cereal She read up on Coronavirus news for the first time in weeksAnd somehow,Convinced herself she has Type 2 Diabetes. Anxiety After Too Much Sun She wondered, “Am I tired because I’m sick?”Or,“Did…

By: Aruna Subramanian “Cuck-oo cuck-oo….” The clock struck twelve.  “Happy birthday Maaya!” Holographic Susan appeared before Maaya with her bright smile. “Hey, Susan! Thank you, dear! How are you?” Maaya was extremely happy to see her best friend, well her image….

By John Hansen Poetry is never subservient.It is bright flashes of light,breaking the restraints of conformity.The elements of human nature bareon a beautiful pallet—formed into meaningfulimagination.Poetry is a fragrance of extreme delight. ### John Hansen received a BA in English…

By: Anannya Uberoi I. McLeodganj McLeodganj does not know the nature ofwounds within these displaced men, andto what degree their pacific smilesjustify their cause. It is humbled withthe rumble of words that rush from thebursting clouds, spelled with syllablessprouting from…

By: Dalya Kanani Small Feet In Iraq The sun,She paints over the homelandWith her glistening shine and hopeGazing as small feet wanderThe streets of Iraq Without interruption or intervention,Bazaars are floodedears ring with commotionSmall feet dance aroundthe colossal magnitude of…

By: Aaron Sandberg “Firehouse on Fire” It was likethe engine locked thered house doors from inside,lit the match, and wishedto be the onebeing saved. ### “Out, Out” Arched back over porcelain tub,I scrubbed all four paws and tailuntil the rinse…

By: Ronan O’Shea —Your generation is too willing to take it lying down, said Smithson Rodgers. —Oh, matron. —Don’t be facile, Murphy. —Sorry. —Your lot are spoiled. —Rotten. —You’re not used to fighting for what you believe in. —When were…