By: Dr. Ernest Williamson inebriated moments, with course adulteries weighing heavily on the belligerent dandelions given to me; by those romping varicose hands of yours. last winter the flowers were melting in my palm and burning with seditious lies, hovering…

By: Dr. Ernest Williamson I’m seven again; video games aren’t just games they are works of wonderment; feelings of calm before the fireworks in July at Grandma’s house. beauty is more than oblivion  of youth. it’s in my rapid fingers abusing the…

By: Michael C. Keith Things are never as scary when you’ve got a best friend. –– Bill Watterson I’ve had this voice in my head since I was an adolescent . . . 16 years old, to be exact. At first…

Problem of untouchabilty has fettered the Indian society so deeply that it still persists in every corner of the country. It grips the Hindu society deeply in its malicious claws. This issue was brought into the literary limelight by none…

By William T. Hathaway Chapter 8 the book RADICAL PEACE: People Refusing War A Granny for Peace told of finding young allies in the struggle against military recruiting. Due to the PATRIOT Act, she wishes to remain nameless. It’s never…

By: Priya Anand A structure that is a portal into another world An obsidian silence wrapped within its confines Soles coated with carbon particles Carry the DNA of those that have passed Nano souls unwilling to break away from this…

The Internet has transformed the book world significantly. It has shifted the power corners and given more powers to aspiring authors since they can publish online on their own using multiple platforms. At the same time, the Internet has confused the literary…

By: Linda M. Crate i like to wear the thoughts of stars and trees on my sleeves, but no one understands they all scoff at the ideas that flutter like butterflies through the sun filled forest of my soul deep…

By: Linda M. Crate my love for you is random and unexpected seems too excessive when her lips are the ones that kiss you to sleep, and still i long to be your ocean the one that washes away your…

By: Linda M. Crate sun drenched hair ocean washed heart soul of flower crowns she shoulders memories no one else can bear, and sometimes when she cries the walls tremble with her as she falls vertigo rising everything sounds like…