Archaeology/History
By James Aitchison Dictionaries tell us that Utopia means a place of ideal perfection. They also offer a secondary meaning: an impractical scheme for social improvement. Crushing poverty, social inequality and defeat in war drove thousands to start new lives…
Poetry
By: Bruce Levine Focused on infinity Without clear-cut definitions Prolonged anxiety Created by hyperbole Society regulated By rules imposed Without the consent Of the governed Fragmenting the populace Into antagonistic segments Making demands Solely on their own behalf The squeaky…
Poetry
By: Michelle Murray Standing On the Edge Standing on the edgeTeeteringTotteringTrying not to fall offIt’s a balancing actStep rightThen step leftSoftlySlowlySo as not to slipSwinging my arms to balanceLike a circus actTrying to stay onTrying not to fallTo fall would…
Poetry
By: Gabi Probst Totality – 4/9/24 In the background, I like to thinkthe light of mine you stifle(cosmic coincidence)twinkles to be beautifulremembered for our storiesbrushes of bright reachout over dark canvasmomentous in my narrativetypical in yours? you movelike any other…
Poetry
By: Kwodwo Bentum Thou Act Another Time Shall I compare thee to the Time foretold?When nations will loose sovereignty and freedomsAnd the so-called inalienable rights will be encroachedAnd anarchy be the lord of territorial kingdomsWhere grotesque leadership be the best…
Archaeology/HistoryEssay
By James Aitchison He was known as the king with the funny name, a self-appointed Muslim ruler who survived 55 assassination attempts, a dictator who fled to The Ritz in London and died in obscurity in France. And while history…
Poetry
By: Jim Bates Awesome bright wonderJupiter and Venus shineLighting the deep night. Summertime soft rainFalling on thirsty gardensPlants drink joyfully. This home of the soulThese bricks of good memoriesThis mortar of love. Big Bluestem prairieWind racing through wildflowersSea of grass…
Poetry
By: Pramod Rastogi The Land of Cuckoo I pay a visit to the Alps long overdueWhere in a hut live my cousins so true,Awaiting in awe my visit impromptu. They are born wizards of the flame issueWho love to light…
Poetry
By: Gregg Norman Face off, feet off the floor,lying on leather reclined,only the words keeping mefrom falling throughinto another dimension.Words underlinedbetween the linesby sunlight real and realized,lamplight fake and faded,bright to brighter too bright,as the sun falls dyingand darkness floods…












