By: Christian My mind is aimless like a wandering arrow hurtled from an inexpert bow Or like an open fuse with no outlet to fulfill it, Hissing sparks indignantly against whatever stands ahead. My brain, despair besieging it, writhes in agony,…

By: Thomas Dexter Kerr It is an exciting and hopeful time to be alive. A revolution is sweeping the earth, increasing intelligence by allowing, enabling, inspiring ever more people to make more decisions in their lives. Modern systems that allow people…

Banter, a dating application aims to revolutionize the psychique of online dating and bring forth the culture of actual experiences with authentic users into existence. By the name Banter, the app implies the fun and frolic engagements and interactions between…

By:  James Aitchison “The sanctity of the first uncorrected draft.” This, Jack Kerouac taught Allen Ginsberg. Well: weren’t they both daft? Not for Jack the careful fix, No, he wouldn’t need it; No moving finger canc’ling half a line; He’d…

By: Casey Robb September 1961 The storm is blowing in all black and swirly. I am dancing in the street, twirling, like the clouds. Carla has arrived. Her wind lashes my back, my yellow slicker flapping like a feral thing….

By: Paul Beckman 1 The noise in the closet keeps me awake. It’s not a noise I recognize so I call the desk clerk. He comes up to my room in quick time. He knocks; I open the door as wide…

By: Paul Beckman I almost passed my father on the subway (#6) this afternoon. I was moving—making room for the influx when the line stopped with me looking down at him. He was wearing a Yankees hat, a parka and…

By Art Gatti Shortly after arriving on Bank Street in Manhattan’s all-but-deserted West Village, I took on the family of a hippie earth mother from Princeton and we squoze into my tiny apartment and tried not to step on each…

By: Paul Beckman Sarah safety-pinned on her dress a piece of cloth from her mother’s apron, a corner off her father’s tallit, and a piece from her brother’s baseball uniform. Then, leaving the hotel, she took a cab to the synagogue….

By: Milton P. Ehrlich  Ever since we parted, my throat is parched for your chocolate-covered cherry eyes that see what no one else can see—your mouth, the taste of a sea of mahogany mousse, and your belly button a bright red…