By: JD DeHart For many readers, a “first initiation” into a meaningful literacy experience is built on personal interest and relevance. When I was in the first grade, I desperately wanted to stay in school long enough to wear my Halloween…

By: Sri Ram At the Extra-terrestrial Intelligence Research Center, they were talking while looking at the wide big screen, which showed numerous stars as dots, floating rocky planets and gaseous clusters. “Hey, this one is located 20 light years away….

By: Chuck Orloski Mainstream meteorologists never saw such Jersey winds brewing and aimed at the South Carolina coast. An age old knowledge about “no W.M.D.s in Saddam’s arsenal” slipped into even remote shanty barrooms of the ancient Sandhills. Newsflash: Hurricane Donald…

By: Thomas Sanfilip It’s a short walk from Rome’s Stazione Centrale to the Museo Nazionale Romano where some of the greatest archaeological collections reside of Roman and Greek sculpture discovered in the city and surrounding neighborhoods, though a walk in…

By: Chuck Orloski McMurdo Station, Valentine’s Day, 2016 It is wartime on the continent! There’s ice, ice, more ice gone and my purple fingers reached out to God for elections and a carry permit. Into his white shadow, I dare…

By: Leena The monstrous maddening megalopolis; Obscure and replusive yet inviting. Home to a billion- mirage seekers, who withstand,endure &nurse their dreams behind the fringes of misery: waiting for their turn lest chase and collapse at the door frame of…

By: Linda M Crate i am a moon child sensitive and kind emotional and deep loony and lunar, but like my moon mother i also have a dark side; can become a wolf tear you to pieces for all the…

By: Linda M Crate there’s such judgment in your eyes i know you couldn’t possibly be a friend you’re too willing to jump down my throat and pull taut the wings of my dreams until they cut and crumble upon…

By: Linda M Crate the soft whisper of my voice is like a rustling of leaves people are always trying to talk over me with the roars of their ocean, but they do not tend to their birds that’s always…

By: Pijush Kanti Deb The inevitable searching season Starts its reactive actions on the crowd But in the blind age only Keeping two luminous witnesses The Sun and the Moon In one hand And in other Compelling the eyes To…