I was a rule-breaker at school, callingthis boy’s name, pulling that girl’s hair,leaving a frog or two on the teacher’s desk.But Mr Wang, the new teacher, is no tame lamb,smelled the blood with his hunter instinct.He grabbed my ear, dragging me into his office,roared like a furious lion. I stood in the corner,arms extended, palms exposed, body shaking.The air felt heavy, the … [Read more...] about A Rule-Breaking Sonnet, By: Hongwei Bao
Look Up, By: Joe Smith
Look up, look up. Look all around.You'll see a picture, hear a sound,Without a filter, just a glance,You'll find a moment that by chance,It won't be shared, it's yours alone.A simple pleasure, yours to own. Perhaps this picture, sound or gaze,Reminds yourself to clear the haze,Of endless mumbles, pointless noise,Random comments, apps and toys,Of anger, offence … [Read more...] about Look Up, By: Joe Smith
The Games We Played, By: Michael H. Brownstein
Nazis were of no consequence to us,preteens who did not understand that they really were,we the Jewish boys of Avers Street born a decade after the hell.So many of us we fielded two full teams for baseballand had enough substitutes for basketballand hockey to play for hours.When day went dark, you could find usin my backyard playing Nazi on the jungle gym,the enemy holding … [Read more...] about The Games We Played, By: Michael H. Brownstein
To Myself, By: Snigdha Agrawal
So, here you are...creased at the edges,laugh lines stitchedlike fine embroideryA tapestry of years folded into skinEach thread tightened by joy, grief, and grit.You rise slower now...But oh, how your thoughts fly like windThe body, yes, it complains in whispersYet the spirit has found its rhythmYou've seen love in its many disguisesAs thunder, as silenceAnd through it all, … [Read more...] about To Myself, By: Snigdha Agrawal
Guilt and Forgiveness: Healing After Loss, By: Andrew Cyr
I calledYou didn’t answerDad’s deadHe didn’t sufferYou’d knowBetter than usThe funeralYou weren’t thereThe memoriesSpoiled my soulSome catchYou sold outFetch soilBouts to comeTender melodiesLove casts stonesI’m guiltyI was hereBut goneThe times changedDad didn’tHe sipped vodkaI diedHe wanted betterPure loveWhen Mom diedYears agoHe died insideI satBut didn’t listenHis eyesWell … [Read more...] about Guilt and Forgiveness: Healing After Loss, By: Andrew Cyr




