Poetry
By: Jimmy Coker It was the walk that drew me As though she were going somewhere fast Then the eyes deep and brown. These impressions never fade. We were sixteen What did we know of the tangle of love? I knew…
Poetry
By: Kayla Swanson Clothed, as in darkness, of serious amethyst hues binding in mystery to reveal hiddenness your secrecy a vague wanderer led by hopes from the inside. Into the din of chatter you enter stiff as a tightrope walker I’m…
Poetry
By: Steve Lopez Miracle happens Currently helpless but cared It will not last long Ignorance is bliss Everything is fun and games for the time being Cog in the machine Past decisions, bring relief Others some regret Time is running out…
Poetry
By: Daniel Sou The sound of laughter Is a sound of joy A joy that can spread all around It doesn’t matter what age you are Or what race you are Laughing is for everybody And it will sustain us, so…
Fiction
By: Elohor Ojose There’s a small click; the bomb detonates. Click. Dust kicks up and shots ring out through the once peaceful town. Click. Buildings with thousands trapped inside crumble down. Click. Humans are blown apart. Bodies pile up. Red stains…
Fiction
By: Sam Mills Days give rise to talk of episodes that sleep makes plausible, but sleep is not an end any more than it is beginning. Life is action. To talk of change among people is meaningless. I believed in episodes…
Poetry
By: Andrea Yu A Midnight Walk A sliver of the moon Piercing through pitch black midnight. The girl finds her peace. The “Crazy” Lady People took her to The doctors thinking she needs Help. She just wants love. Trapped in…
Poetry
By: Aruna Subramanian I start every day thinking to do the right things. I align every act accordingly. When I believe All is well, around me few wrongs happen. Those that you named as wrongs! I still intend to do the…
Poetry
By: Aruna Subramanian Was I wrong to have taken the wrong as right? Or was I right to not take the right as wrong? Now, Is it right to set the wrong as right? Or is it wrong to slip the…
Poetry
By: Neal Lipschutz I was alone in the apartment on a late Saturday morning and the phone just kept ringing. My mother didn’t get many calls, though at first I thought it was for her when I picked up and…











