By: Gaither Stewart “Suppose that some great disaster were to sweep ten million families out to sea and leave ‘em on a desert island to starve and rot. That would be … an act of God, maybe. But suppose a…

By: Debasis Tripathy Vengeance she seeks. The agony of being dormant, The anxiety, the insult. A breath of fresh air is all she desires. The force from within, The disquietude, the suppression, Pregnant with a wild expectation, She disobeys, she…

By: Debasis Tripathy Woven together in thread of life we are, Our nest built in a village of dreams afar. Familiar with each other before birth, We fly along, our feet unoften on Earth, Together we sail, along an undivided…

By: Milt Montague harken to this tale of a friend of a friend……. home from the terror of the war scarred from many wounds almost whole again facing life alone disgusted with civilization it’s wars and politics posturing and outright…

By: Adam Kluger It was a snowy Saturday and I was headed to King Carol Record store on the Upper East Side to check out what new albums were in. Zig-Zag Records was nearby so I could swing by there as…

By: Mendes Biondo I dreamed of us and we were two and we were many we called each other with the name of a people I dreamed of our steps the sand in the eyes the drinking finished into water bottles…

By: Balu George If you look at social network profiles, People are happy and upbeat one day, Sad and downcast the next day. I guess that is how life is. Joy arises, grows and dies, To be replaced by sadness,…

By: April Mae M. Berza There is a love for the mother of metaphors but is there a metaphor for a mother’s love? Kian’s mom is an OFW who cried all day and mourned all night when the premature news about…

By: Ryan Quinn Flanagan juke into the end zone juke the music out of boxes I find it hard to believe the government toppled over without a little help, usually from other governments, your frenemies are most helpful that way (I…

By: Ryan Quinn Flanagan Your eyes are cove familiar binoculars of a particular leering dilated sentiments from broken mason jars the centuries between us a simple jump rope nobody can seem to master and you are not dead because my mind…