By Jodi Bosin It looks, of course, as though nothing out of the ordinary had ever happened. Dark roast and conversation dance in the particles
by Anja Breitkreutz The flag is flattering in the wind Voices out there Flying away. A silent dream Circling the trees Unknown and forgotten
By Christopher Blackett “Why can’t you tell me what’s wrong with him?” I asked Sarah as we drove to her father’s house. She didn’t
by Knar Bedian they ask, How do you know? How? You know when your hand touches theirs, when their smile seems as beautiful as the
by Anne Carlock I want to bring home the whole city to you. A souvenir is not enough. I want to be able to
by Douglas Cavers I read none of the plaques And meandered, A bored tourist, Amongst the sarcophagi Bedecked in royal turquoise And ancient alien glyphs
by Michael Rogove I feel like my mother’s gold-blooded boy, conscience buoyed by emigrant’s visions of slow wooden spoons in mulled wine. The heart
Stop, drop, and roll. You know the drill. When you were younger, there was a class field trip to the firehouse and the chief spoke.
by Madeline Hall It’s enough to make you cry, the beauty of the windmills in Indiana, the dulled gray collecting on the horizons of
by Danielle Carbonneau I have entered my bedroom, White walls and red floors, Blouses I’ll never wear strewn about Like so many dead blades of
by Munir Atalla There is a lot we Jumbos can learn from the careers of those distinguished individuals who have held the title of
By Ian MacLellan Super 88 – Asian Superstore 1 Brighton Ave., Allston If a stranger to my homeland ever asked me for directions
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