By: Emmanuel G G Yamba The charm that holds meA spell cast upon my beingA beautiful face unleashEntices me to staringI’m bewitched and clench Like the rainbow in the skyThe face drape my lifeThe only tree in EdenThat feed me…
By: Emmanuel G G Yamba History of a night maybe this is why the scripture saysweeping may endure at nightbecause the sun smileis engulf within the cloud& the moon looses it’s tasteon the lip of the sky all through the…
By: Del Lobo Part I: My parent’s home is all I know. It’s a familiar world but there is a paucity of space. Never mind our home, the whole city is over-populated. And the noise! The proximity of people, animals,…
By: Evelyn Jin When I think of Terra, I think of how Mama used to tell me tales of the stars. I was just a child, maybe seven or eight, when she’d clutch me tight to her chest with one…
By: Tom Ball No one thought much about Tom in his youth. He was an ordinary boy. But when he grew up, he changed into a man who had ideas for the future. For example, he said, “Women should rule…
By Stephen Tillman Major Brett Stempin needed his cane as he painfully ascended the steps to his front porch. He’d been wounded near the end of his twelve-month deployment and spent several weeks in a hospital. The army doctors…
By Ramlal Agarwal Forster, as is well-known, was a humanist, soft-spoken, cultivated, cultured man. He believed in personal relations and universal brotherhood. He was also a man of rare intelligence and insight and dreamed of a society that was tolerant and…
By: Frank H. Coons Failed Promises at the Reading They have come to hearwhat my companion and I have written.Twenty-five pairs of eyes who knowwe can’t tell them why they were born. And yet, there is a glimmer of expectation,that…
By: Ute Carson Bookends My book of life is wedged between bookends.I search for mories I want to keep.There is a chapter on my beginnings,several about my middle years,and one, in progress, anticipating the end.A few are marked “special,”many are…
By: Elaine Lennon He drove until he ran out of road. It had taken almost twenty-four hours. He only stopped for gas. Twice. Now he was here. The tip of the peninsula was fringed with dried out palms and jacarandas….