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Poetry

By: Cat Dixon Checking in Cornered by walls that need to be repainted and words uttered that can never be unsaid,you arrive daring to stay adrift—no compass, no map, no direction.Life’s a hotel hallway with dozens of locked doors. Your…

Poetry

By: Anthony Rosa The clock strikes five and the sun goes down,the seasons have changed, but my love still abounds.I heard your voice in the wind today,I felt your kiss as the petals blew away.Since you left, my heart’s turned…

EssayLiterary criticism

By: Jodi Nathanson I am a High School English teacher who has been teaching grade 9 English for more than 20 years. One of my favourite parts of the job is teaching the Shakespeare unit to young students, many of…

Poetry

By: Pramod Rastogi Write these words on your slateThat you will never eraseIs the promise you need to make. These words of lore are all I own.They are earnings of my life  That I had dreamt for you to keep And which will help you walk the…

Poetry

By:  James Aitchison Listen to the soft voiceof your inner self,speaking with the wisdomof eternity and knowledgeof all things.You hold the keys toall healing.You do not have towait until death.Your soul hosts the secretsof freedom from the transient.You will be…

Books Reviews

By: Thomas Sanfilip One of the more extreme challenges these days is to somehow reinvent a writer deceased over 150 years ago and still appeal to modern, literary tastes. The 19th century French poet, Charles Baudelaire, presents such a challenge, though…

Fiction

By: Miriam Manglani Linda didn’t ask for a step daughter with Down Syndrome when she married Allen six months ago. She exhaled in frustration and paced through her bedroom, her heals digging into the white plush carpet. “You said we’d…

Fiction

By: Steven Grogan I think I was just too nervous when I let my tongue go rattling off like the machine gun I was holding. Why did I have to say I was going to kill those people if my…

Poetry

By: James Aitchison Take refuge in thequiet voice within your soul.The past is impermanent,incapable of pursuit.When your mind is free ofphysical emotion,no regrets can remain.Hear the Wheel spin,heed the quiet voice ofyour inner self,let eternal truth shield youfrom turbulence.Accept life,…

Fiction

By L. Burton Brender For Jim and Anthony My older brother, Jose, he is a man. He has 16 years and he has been a chambelan. Two times. The first time he was the escort for this very pretty girl who…