By Sangeetha G She secretly removed the black colored miniskirt and pastel top from the cupboard and stuffed them hurriedly into her bag. She then adjusted the tip of her saree over her head to make her face only partially visible. She did not forget to wear all the signs of a traditional daughter-in-law – […]

Black Miniskirt

By Sangeetha G She secretly removed the black colored miniskirt and pastel top from the cupboard and stuffed them hurriedly into her bag. She then adjusted the tip of her saree over her head to make her face only partially visible. She did not forget to wear all the signs of a traditional daughter-in-law – […]

Black Miniskirt

By Richard LeDue The Nameless Dead Adam and Eve’s infinite cousins (endlessly removed), and they eat apples too or don’t, but few believe the worms lost for turning an apple tree into a wrong turn, probably because the ground tastes like Sunday school lessons in a church basement, or the swallowed griefs at a funeral, […]

The Nameless Dead and Other Poems

By Channie Greenberg

Avenues

By Douglas J. Lanzo King of Clay Sounding his pain… playing each match like his last defying all that say his best days are in the past… Coated in dirt… thumping off layers of clay caked on his tennis shoes, from sprinted shots on display. Dripping in sweat… hyper-rotating the ball to maximize its spin […]

King of Clay and Other Poems

By Lisa Hoelzer I recently left the strict high-demand religion I belonged to for the past thirty years. The values and practices associated with my faith shaped every part of my life: family priorities, Sunday behaviors, clothing, friendships, political attitudes, and more. A few years ago, I began to be disillusioned not only with my […]

If You Leave, Where Will You Go?

By c.t. zaremba It was a quiet chilly October night. The moon hid its face, there was no light. A black cat crossed my path and hissed. Then I saw young lovers steal a kiss. I saw a pumpkin smile, a witch fly by, Mothers holding babies so not to cry. Monsters, goblins, ladies fair. […]

They Call It Halloween

By Jessica Ricks Jacob, Chrissy, and Marcus made their way to the end of the long, winding street. It was getting late. Houses were starting to turn off their lights indicating that they were done giving out candy. The streets that were busy with kids, and some teenagers, going from door to door in their […]

Academy Classics: Halloween’s End

By Bhupesh Chandra Karmakar Daily Routine of an Octogenarian I had a chance to meet an old man who was walking smartly with few people on the park While conversing he said that he is now more 84 years and spends leisure time writing articles It seems he grew up in a remote village without […]

Daily Routine of an Octogenarian and Other Poems

By Stephanie Greene I’m making soul cakes for Jesse, my lost brother. In times of turmoil, we turn to charms. I don’t have fingernail clippings or tender little bouquets of his hair to include in some spell; I’m improvising here.  The medievals have us beat, reaching as they did, beyond death.  On All Souls’ Day, […]

Soul Cakes