Poetry
By: April Mae M. Berza As I have said, it will depend on [the President]. It is his decision, I cannot preempt him. Anyway, why are you so scared of martial law? -PNP Chief Dela Rosa, Rappler PNP Chief Dela Rosa…
Poetry
By: Connie Woodring Waltzing battle, all is calm— A higher calm, threatening storm and conflict perhaps present at the flick of a wrong note, out of tune peace. No more blood, only stains (what do they mean?) No more glaring, historical…
News
I thought that we should not to refrain from featuring a few motivational speakers and authors from the business world. I picked it up from the famous business website about Daymond John. As his webiste says: Daymond John has come…
Fiction
By Cathy Beaudoin Like all the other nights we sleep by the river, my guide dog’s the one who ends up on the cardboard box, avoiding the roots and sticks that might poke her in the middle of the night….
Poetry
By: Christine Jackson We got married in the spring and after too many bellyfuls of mac and cheese in the wet summer heat, you hankered for a change. You had eighty-two dollars in your jeans pocket. I kept a rumored job…
Poetry
By: Christine Jackson Key West spins away from a mainland where it has never fit. My life no longer fits. My mind roams where trees with silver leaves rustle in dappled light, kestrels cry, and lemon air soothes the yearning in…
Poetry
By: Christine Jackson Like you, last night’s rain had moved on leaving me stranded in a dawn mist. My terrier nudges me into the day’s walk. We pass a wrought iron fence still coated with rain, and a row of dripping…
Poetry
By: Ian Fletcher He sits across from me his coffee on the table cell phone in his hand surfing, tapping messages to who knows whom my ephemeral companion on the express train. Portly, middle-aged he appears neither happy nor sad an…
Poetry
By: Kimberly Potter Kendrick Jump up, fall down Hold on, hang on, losing grip Caught in spiraling vortex No way out, no hand to reach They vanished, world departed Unknown reason, why the chosen one Unidentifiable horrendous act or a…
Poetry
By: Zunayet Ahammed You are a symbol of beauty You are more than the stars of the sky more than the clouds, the fragrance of roses the blue of the sea or the sparkling beauty of the dancing brook You…











