By: Phillip Knight Scott colors I love you as the night hangs gently from your brow, playing towards a twinkle, determined to turn your lips ( revealing the bliss meant for us) gentle red. I love…
By: Mahala Spillers Terpsichore Leather bound arcane gesture; I feel it on my pulse. As I yield my wrists up to you, Terpishore sways between the air gaps, Busting the pipeline alive for you to hear. Can’t you see that…
By: Ram Govardhan On a cold February morning in 2007, President Abdul Kalam’s motorcade was an hour away from Coonoor, the civilian town near Wellington Cantonment in Ooty. He was on his way to meet Field Marshal Sam Maneckshaw to,…
By: Matej Purg The boy’s feet barely touched the floor as he sat at the dining room table. He was staring at his math book, but he couldn’t focus on the problem in front of him. Illimitable distractions kept him…
By Matej Purg It happened on a Tuesday afternoon, a block or so from where I parked my car. I was certain to get a ticket now, navigating hordes of slow-moving tourists standing in the way, taking pictures of themselves….
By: Ron Riekki There was a guy in divinity school so into Jesus Christ that he kind of made me not believe in God any time I was around him. My neighbors scream the F-word at each other just about…
By: D.S. Kheder Reflection on the Wall When I was thirteen, I sat in front of my mirror, once, twice, too many times, seeking assurance that my reflection still looked pristine. I looked at the girl behind the glass, a…
By: Nadia Benjelloun Would you ever consider medicine to be anything short of being grounded in science? Health culture is a domain often tied to the medical field, and in return, the medical field is a shared element that is…
By: Samuel Evans Ilsa crouched amid the clumps of fallen leaves, examining the beetle intently with narrowed eyes. Her little brother— whose fascination with the beetle had worn off several minutes ago— stood next to her, waiting impatiently. For the…
By: Mary Rohrer-Dann From upstairs comes a sound she cannot understand. Because she cannot understand it, she cannot walk to the stairs and peer up the cobwebbed steps sagging under all that can never be said. She cannot call to…
