By: Andrew C. Miller Periwinkle, a black and white short-haired cat with a dark smudge on his nose squeezed under the couch. He was searching for Blueberry, the Maine Coon cat. “Prrrtt?” he called, “Prrrtt-prrrtt?” No answer. He slipped behind the…

By Thomas M. McDade I thought I’d regret skipping a goodbye visit to the Windburn Barn so better safe than sorry I drove there. I figured a bunch of college kids would have rented it by now but there were…

By: Cat Dixon Checking in Cornered by walls that need to be repainted and words uttered that can never be unsaid,you arrive daring to stay adrift—no compass, no map, no direction.Life’s a hotel hallway with dozens of locked doors. Your…

By: Anthony Rosa The clock strikes five and the sun goes down,the seasons have changed, but my love still abounds.I heard your voice in the wind today,I felt your kiss as the petals blew away.Since you left, my heart’s turned…

By: Jodi Nathanson I am a High School English teacher who has been teaching grade 9 English for more than 20 years. One of my favourite parts of the job is teaching the Shakespeare unit to young students, many of…

By: Pramod Rastogi Write these words on your slateThat you will never eraseIs the promise you need to make. These words of lore are all I own.They are earnings of my life  That I had dreamt for you to keep And which will help you walk the…

By:  James Aitchison Listen to the soft voiceof your inner self,speaking with the wisdomof eternity and knowledgeof all things.You hold the keys toall healing.You do not have towait until death.Your soul hosts the secretsof freedom from the transient.You will be…

By: Thomas Sanfilip One of the more extreme challenges these days is to somehow reinvent a writer deceased over 150 years ago and still appeal to modern, literary tastes. The 19th century French poet, Charles Baudelaire, presents such a challenge, though…

By: Miriam Manglani Linda didn’t ask for a step daughter with Down Syndrome when she married Allen six months ago. She exhaled in frustration and paced through her bedroom, her heals digging into the white plush carpet. “You said we’d…

By: Steven Grogan I think I was just too nervous when I let my tongue go rattling off like the machine gun I was holding. Why did I have to say I was going to kill those people if my…