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India is a bizarre country where the criminal justice system operates in an awkward and partial manner. A ringside view tells you that you can ultimately buy the law and have the rules bent for you. For instance, if you are…

Poetry

By: Kimberly Potter Kendrick She was in the next bed Only separated by a curtain Awakened early by a nurse Briefly checking on the woman Four appeared I could hear them Listening for breath Feeling for the woman’s pulse On…

Poetry

By: Kimberly Potter Kendrick I divorced my family today. I didn’t start the day with divorce as my plan. It wasn’t even a thought in my brain. I realized not; tonight the final event would be. I am who I…

Poetry

By: Allia Koo At the end of the darkness I stare at a good samaritan’s figure helping the unwanted Deep into the darkness I dream Wishing to approach, between the stone cold walls I imagine an angelic view on the…

Poetry

By: Malini Misra What can I write, that hasn’t already been written about, what can I possibly think that hasn’t been thought about. The origin of thought, the beauty of creativity, the moment I think of a new thought, a new…

Poetry

By: Arina Yu There is a fish that is always behind trying to catch up to the others like Nemo. Although the fish swims, the fish eats, and the fish simply lives, its happiness is a crumbling cookie. The fish’s face…

Poetry

By: Kimberly Potter Kendrick Ocean roars Eyes envision midnight blue, turquoise, teal, bronzed green Not simply one, all precise Tunnel vision, limited vision Black and white Closed minds remain Hands intertwined; caramel and ivory Stares Why must they gawk? Grey…

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By: JD DeHart Pelican mouths carrying whatever pelicans carry, perhaps microscopic fishes, floating in the air just beyond the dock Life keeps going carrying shopping bags into a set of sleepy mobile homes an orange tree offers no shadow Mad…

Poetry

By: JD DeHart Behind dark glasses, with a derivative haircut, slicked back like a government agent on a Saturday morning cartoon, he looks ready to made a deal, smoothing out the jagged edges of bartering. Maybe a novice negotiator, maybe…

Poetry

By: JD DeHart Of course, there is probably no way to really prepare. A string can be tied around the finger only so many times. I could run one hundred images, scenarios through my mind. The script gets old, tattered,…