By: Milt Montague When Milt was six or seven years old his favorite radio shows [television had not yet been invented] were The Shadow and Little Orphan Annie. He loved to listen to the singing commercials that introduced these two…

By Chinese Poet Hongri Yuan Translated by Yuanbing zhang Gold birds, ah! Flew above my head A golden ribbon Spreading out to me from the sky I saw the golden mountains Smiling at me in the distance The layers of…

By: Lauren Lubrino The road leads to the edge of the map Eroded gravel, torn billboards, a ship graveyard Arthur Kill’s museum of nautical failures Floating metal skeletons, landmark of years gone by “Keep out” is scribbled in graffiti On the…

By Lauren Lubrino Suspension bridges. Cameras installed on both ends. “They are watching us.” The iron railing was cold. His hands turned blue with web of purple veins. There is a netting below the bridge to catch those who decide…

By: Jennifer Benningfield Fourteen months, and still Donita had not experienced a night of uninterrupted sleep. The first nine of those months could be simply–perhaps rightly–attributed to the fetus developing inside of her body. Adapting to life in a new…

Among the myriad ways that storytellers and novelists have invented to narrate their tales, stream of consciousness is perhaps the only tool that has caught everyone’s fancy. While it sounds fascinating and surreal, it has not been everyone’s cup of…

By: April Mae M. Berza  I ask for the galaxy in your eyes, each constellation dancing as we waltz in the Milky Way of deepest desire. The maiden moon playing jazz, the stars welcoming us in a night of hopes and…

By: April Mae M. Berza  I buried Cupid’s arrows in my dreams and awoke thirsty of fires and desires. When I drank an ocean, zephyr sings a heavy dirge to reconcile the fears with my tears slowly battling like soldiers fighting…

By: Rimli Bhattacharya It is during my visit to Unakoti hills of Tripura that I got the opportunity of meeting Meena. Wearing a Rignai covering the lower half of her body and Risa and Rikutu covering the upper half of her torso,…

By Andrew Pence “Where are you going?” Carl asked, knowing the answer. “Out,” Emily answered without elaboration, putting the finishing touches on her makeup. “Again, Christ. That’s three times this week and it ain’t even Friday.” “So? You can go…