By: Steve Carr See the boy sitting in the pew across the aisle? He’s no older than six. Being dressed in a black suit that is two sizes too large for his small frame does nothing to quell his energy….

By: Andrea Myinga We do an epic march to the far land, that’s us in me.Singing songs of warriors towards the unknown enemyThe pitch is high enough to reach the next generationAnd danced to by the dead, who lie down…

By: Onkar Sharma Ever seen or imagined a temple in the clouds? Ever seen a shrine sans the unholy crowds? It was white as snow It was majestic as doe Its slender marble dome stood tall and went very high…

By: Natasha Navarra Days forced to be forgotten flood back from the crevasse of my brain, peeking through like burning sunlight through the half-open shades of the window of memory. Some of the recollections of the past are merely silent…

By: Amit Pandya Good Game we started at sixchasing tag on the playground,euphoria and bliss,life never felt so good. now we’ve grown, or so we thought.us teenagers are never wrong.shouting, kicking, screamingyou wouldn’t do that if you are wrong. the…

By: Nadia Benjelloun Kneeling on my knees, my cheeks boiling red from the discomfort of the heat, and with sweat trickling down my back, I put on the finishing touches to the Lego house. When I finish, I stand up…

By Brigitte Whiting Saturday mornings, Eve and Jim shopped for houses. They’d driven since early morning following the map she’d marked with sticky tabs. Each had been a no, again. Some were too perfect, uninviting. Others, plain, functional as they…

By: Bob Kalkreuter It was almost midnight when they drove through town. The wet asphalt glistened red, then green in the moonless wash of the traffic light. Above, rain-swollen clouds roiled and grumbled like an upset stomach. Paul drove while…

By: Josie Rozell Recognition Nothing fancierthan the sound of your own blood.Take your handand touch yourself; go on— what you feelis your own skin; the kin you bearday after day.Look at it. A million shades of sunin every corner. That…

By: Alan Berger My little babyMy little dearYou’ve lost so much weightSoon you’ll disappearWe been together for so longYet it seems like only yesterdayWe both were bornYou can’t feel anything except my kissesYou can’t hear a thing no moreExcept my…