By Raymond Greiner Three summers past we experienced a horrid drought. Crops failed, ponds dried up and grass was brown creating an apocalyptic scene. The poplar trees took the biggest hit; we lost ten, yet some survived. It was a…
By: Linda M. Crate your heroes are my villains dressed in black,they think:oh, must be a villain— but most of the heroesin my life wear black you can’t trust thosewho wear whiteno one is innocent anddriven pure as thesnow, and…
By: James Aitchison Why did I write a particular poemon a particular day?What strange convergence of forcessuddenly came into play? Did I catch words as they fell free from God?Were my thoughts plucked from the sky?If so, I am grateful…
By: Liaa Kumar “Oh my god, can you imagine?” she said, her voice full and bright, the words tumbling out in a passionate jumble. She holds her arms up against the night sky, beaming, eyes searching the stars as if…
By: Vipul Lunia Flask to the mouth, eyes closed, you take a sip. Despite the small mouth on the flask, you take a big one. It burns you inside. You shake your head and try to close your already closed…
By: Ajay Kumar Nair Rama’s Exile maya stands by the banks of sarayu –the flesh on her feet only grains of sandthat waters of time lick & spit anewas she waits to hold again rama’s hand. what thought of his…
By: T. R. Bates “My hands are warm,But my knuckles are cold,” Barbara announces.I tell her it’s because there’s no blood in your knuckles.This is an example of our conversation these days.Her world has shrunk and getting smaller.Observations are minutely…
By: Francis Fernandes Grade IV Math Homework I’m trying to watch the hockey game,but my daughter the Roman numeral girl,impetuous, bold, but still in needof her own fan base, changes X’s, V’sand C’s and matchstick linesinto the more familiar single-digit…
By: Ram Govardhan It’s inconceivable that Mona Lisa is Leonardo’s unfinished magnum opus, even after he took fourteen years to refine the elusive, enigmatic half smile. Yet, discontented with the outcome, he sought to improve upon it, even on his…
By: Shyama Laxman She She goes around the officeAsking if we have any foodA banana or even a can of tunaFor her ten-year oldWho is on the cusp of a tantrumFuelled by hunger She looks sleep deprivedThough her hair is…