By: JP Miller Being a wrecker and living in the Exumas can be a tough, invisible life. You go up and down the broken chain of Bahamian coral, day after day, trying to beat the natives to the good spots,…

By: Denny E. Marshall as the end is near college & pro football fans gather in end zone in car accident look over at boss and scream face gone – wires exposed ufo shape house thought design a great idea until…

By: JP Miller In Babylon Falling, the latest offering from Gaither Stewart—his collection of political, philosophical, and useful existential essays is a didactic hammer and a simultaneous plea for common justice in the modern world of Capitalist hegemony. Just how absurd…

By: Adam Kluger In his dreams, Bugowski was making love passionately to a mysterious pale skinned woman with black hair, orange eyes and soft pink lips. When he awoke on the tattered couch he felt a pleasant caress on his face…

By: Adam Kluger “Come on KIRK–get it up and down already or we are going to miss the time slot,” the agitated TV Executive yelled into the edit-room. “You are making it difficult for me to do my job correctly,” he…

By: Adam Kluger   “That was some serious stage craft” “Anika is a serious person” “I dig her” “Everybody does–you two should do work together. Anika knows everybody Downtown. “Yeah, I bet.” “Anika’s a firestorm.” “She’s like Brigid on rocket fuel.”…

By emon nc Mr. and Mrs. Hitesh Kataria were definitely not made for each other. This was a rude and an insensitive statement to be made against any couple. But the man seated across the table, who made this remark,…

By: Zunayet Ahammed Nothing moves and sings Nothing goes on Nothing’s shilly-shallying Without His sanction. The bright morning can’t come The night can’t approach A flower can’t come into bud A bird can’t soar into the sky The plane can’t…

By: Kimberly Potter Kendrick Eight months plus six more, fourteen months of forever Once again, will her legs do their job Imagining herself standing, visualizing the first steps…slowly, one foot after the other No fairy dust or magic wand Only…

By: Neelam Singh The wounded soul, dies each day The internal being withers away Being strong is part of survival routine But courage inside is failing me stigma and pain sting my frost-bitten soul binding my step to move forward…