BRIDGE BETWEEN
By Nina Rubinstein Alonso — The first meet-the-family-dinner was silent and awkward, silverware clicking and clacking, but afterwards Peter’s brother
21 hours ago
Can I be more than this or that?
By James Gering — After three score years, my identity ought to be statue solid, much on show, to show, mantle-piece piled high with accomplishments,
3 days ago
Burying My Dead Eye
By Dr. Ivy George — It is high noon, and the South Indian sun is relentless. The morning paper, “The Hindu” has announced that the mercury will hold
5 days ago
Museum Relic
By Duane Anderson — My portrait may not be found in any art gallery, but instead, a picture of me can be found in a dark tavern, my nose located in the center
May 8
The Longing
By Paweł Markiewicz — Let’s go! dearest butterfly. Your blood is like an ambrosia. Your soul seems to be a pretty light eudemonia. Your tender garden is at
May 5
I am Black
By Brenda Bell-McAdams — I am Black, undeniably, but beautiful? Well, I don't know. If the beauty of blackness is more a feeling than a knowing, then today
May 2
My Life With Cars
By Bruce D Snyder — My first wife’s Uncle David owned a car dealership. A WWII combat vet, he was ‘shell-shocked,’ which showed up occasionally when
Apr 30
A memory of Whyoma, a memory of hers
By Matthew Anderson — When she was a little girl, my grandmother Whyoma carried in her small hands a dish of water and minnows. The few minnows swam
Apr 27
Rhythms of Resistance
By Robert Martin — In the gritty alleys where shadows dance, amidst the chaos, a poetic trance. In a street fight's fray, words collide, verses as weapons,
Apr 24
The Colors of Love
By Marc Audet — What is the color of your love? Is it warm pink, like moist lips right before a first kiss? Or is it the hot red you feel when you are about to lose
Apr 21
Well: The Dive She Fears
By Nkosie — If only she should let loose and dive into the well. To swim toward the toll of the wedding bell.
Apr 18
Standing on a Lonely Beach
By Birdman313 — I stand on a lonely beach looking at footprints in the sand. Thousands of miles of the Bay can be seen. It seems to stretch out
Apr 15
Dog Night
By Jeremiah K Durick — Is the dog at the door trying to get back in or barking about one of those things that dogs warn about? Another animal,
Apr 12
Only Love and Tolerance
By Gail Epps — If only love and tolerance had been stronger over time. Then, like dinosaur flesh, any fear left on these bones would have disappeared
Apr 9
DIVINE PROPERTY
By Tim Gavin — No officer of law and order will bag my head, not even if I took to the streets, bare skin shivering, hurling curses at the invisible things
Apr 7
Yet
By Akshar Pujara — He opened the windows for me. He let the light in. It barely brushes my skin. The door stays closed. He hasn't come back.
Apr 4
Finding Faith amidst Crises
By Joyce Bou Charaa — Having faith during war, praying in the night while hearing sounds of explosions and airstrikes near my house was the
Apr 2
Connection On My Doorstep
By Debra Dolan — One of the unexpected gifts of moving cities has been doorstep delivery. Besides the delightful sound of hearing the early
Mar 27
A journey to the top of Europe
By Sandip Saha — A number of colorful gliders were coming down from hills. We were sitting on a bench enjoying ice cream beside a green lawn
Mar 24