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Poetry

By: G. Louis Heath A tale filled with the darkest shade of black is a very hard tale to tell. But I must warn the generations unborn. The broken bones in the mass grave dug into the hardpan plain darken…

Poetry

By: Kimberly Potter Kendrick It’s happening I knew it would It always does It goes something like this Heart pounding out of my chest Fast breaths Short breaths Where is the air? The walls move closer The elevator stops They’re…

Poetry

By: Kimberly Potter Kendrick “…for better or worse, richer or poorer, in sickness and health, ’til death do we part… the two shall become one… husband and wife…” a kiss to seal the deal is it husband and wife or…

Poetry

By: Safiyyah Motaib nightmares while I daydream twisting and turning tangled in white bed sheets worn by yesterday’s ghost wanting to frighten me. It synchronizes its float with my shadow’s footsteps; when the sun sets, my shadow fades, but my…

Poetry

By: Safiyyah Motaib was walking down a road one day met a spider and thought I’d listen to what he had to say was 63 years old he said while he weaved golden thread around, silver stars he looks into when…

Poetry

By: JD DeHart There is a wider world of ideas hidden inside ink on many pages, ready to be opened up, released into the air, like a fine scent There is a wider knowledge, a broader experience, a different view…

Poetry

By: JD DeHart Most of life seems to be maintenance, keeping the edges drawn neatly Most of my soul seems to be watching the boundaries, knowing the limits, and allowing Life to flow at it needs, sprouting and thriving, a series…

Non-Fiction

By: Chuck Orloski For the past 10-years, I tried to make up for lapses in weekly Sunday church envelope contributions by working as a volunteer at the St. Ann Novena food stand. To impose penance and exact a measure of punishment…

Poetry

By: Jeo Jenny Loved you by my soul Dared to hurt myself for you Simple parting made me in tears When I happened to hear your name I smiled within Each moment of yours kissed me The moment came real We…

Poetry

By: Ruth Deming Boston Market, crucible of the western world stands as a watchtower on Welsh and York as Evelyn and I enter the air-conditioned splendor with joy and a sigh A long line of hungry people snake around the…