By: Prashil Kumar When I turned nineteen, grandfather took me to a neighbouring village. There, he introduced me to a random family and informed they were going to be my inlaws soon. I had no option but to obey. “Yes, Grandfather.”…

By: Minako Biedenbach My boyfriend always lies right to my face My ex has a nice new car and it’s black It’s time I put my boyfriend in his place And if he’s smart then he’ll shape up his act I’m…

By: Minako Biedenbach I’ll jump on a yellow canoe to get to the zoo to the zoo who knew get a new hairdo then go back to the parents no that won’t do I’ll live in shack they won’t fight back…

By: Yevgeniya Przhebelskaya  Jesus’s disciples asked: teach us to pray. Today, crying or cursing, we seek “Our Father …” Our careers are thorny, we reap backstabs, gossip and sin. Our daily bread is hormone filled protein. Our enemies who are not…

By: Yevgeniya Przhebelskaya In death’s chokehold of despair and ranging fire of desire, in smashing murmur of the world, “Look for the Savior” I’m told. Who heard Nathaniel’s secret prayer, And called him out of despair? Who saw Zacchaeus on a…

By: Neyda Sandoval “Babe, please calm down. Don’t worry you will be fine,” Nathaniel reaffirmed Cindy as he increased his speed to merge onto the freeway. “That’s easy for you to say. You don’t have to live with diabetes, blood transfusions…

By: Neyda Sandoval Sweat dripped down his face, frantically trying to button his shirt and zip up his pants, after Elijah realized it was Sunday. Elijah Jones, was late for mass and did not want to be scolded by his girlfriend…

By: Chloe Spencer Concentrate. Breathe. Focus. Jacqueline stared at the whiteboard. Her eyes flickered as she watched the lecturer’s hands, moving from left to right, top to bottom. It was as if her professor’s hands were dancing around the equation she…

By: Anupama Kadwad Odor is such a strong sense many beautiful memories linked with it. Exhilarating smell of mud after the first rains. Invigorating smell of incense sticks linked with prayers. Exuberant smell of new books associated with first day of…

By: Anupama Kadwad Rocking back and forth with a creaking sound can still envision him sitting on the chair At the strike of seven rushed to catch our place by his feet tiny eager faces waited in anticipation huddled close by…