IF ONLY WE KNEW HOW TO TALK ABOUT DEATH IN THE U.S. IN THE LATE 1960’S
By Lynn Davidman — Within a few years of her death, my father disowned and disinherited me, because I no longer followed the dictates he
Oct 17, 2022
Growing Pains
By Ashley Dayanara Campos — I was a professional translator by age seven, a lawyer by age ten, an accountant by thirteen, and on track to
Oct 10, 2022
The Reason for Vases
By Ellen A. Grazioso — Humanity is a diverse bouquet. The less fortunate are no less worthy, no less beautiful. But for some, merciful
Oct 6, 2022
My Strong Fingers
By Audrey Geliga — My strong fingers have held my children when they needed me the most and in times when I just wanted a hug and to feel
Oct 3, 2022
That is My Name
By Nika Mavrody — To waste a call is to be alone, and there's only one way to say, yes that is my name, and you will not call it forth.
Sep 27, 2022
Group Photo.
By Oladejo Abdullah Feranmi — On days when grief was so hard to scrub off time's face, I crawled into the mug shot where happiness tore the
Sep 22, 2022
Spatterdock
By Sharon O. Blumberg — Enchanted yellow lilies with sun-bright centers attached to long stems rested on the surface of the pond, as if
Sep 18, 2022
I do not live in a City
By Dennis Williams — I don’t know traffic jams. Vehicles traverse my streets intermittently, miles apart, never a risk to children playing
Sep 10, 2022
At FORLORN DAYS
By Angela Ezekiel — It was Sunday when the earth swallowed Maggi, our
sweetmeloned woman. Soul, brightest in the glorious morning sun, a
Sep 7, 2022
A Dawn with You
By Shalini Yadav — A striking crack of dawn at the parapet, removing the murk within one more day, neat and beautiful,
brightening further
Sep 4, 2022
PLATTERS OF DECEITS
By Abdulmueed Balogun — My body gets fatigued easily, and even more
my soul. but to whose ears do I narrate my haunting woes? Everyone is
Aug 31, 2022
Most Needed Jewellery
By Sushant Thapa — The day speaks of the delight. Garden of love welcomes another blooming flower. A bee hovers for nectar. That sweetness
Aug 28, 2022
Oh! My Dear Face
By Ananta Kumar Singh — Never be upset. I didn't come to pimples. I didn't come to dimples. Oh! My dear face. Never be upset. I didn't
Aug 20, 2022
“We The People”
By Abigail Flores — Rooted with time, and veins that sway the sky, I pray to go back. But every school makes me
Bleed white. And here, they
Aug 17, 2022
