poems by John Grey
Rachel of the suburbs Rachel is most often seen in dresses, floral, like a walking garden, roses and daisies growing out of bright green, blue or yellow earth.
An Analysis of ‘The Mocking of Christ’
by Dominik Slusarczyk In this painting Jesus is bound and his eyes are covered. Someone is about to punchy Jesus and someone else is about to whip him with a rope. Jesus is bound and blindfolded and he is getting beaten up by a group of men.
poem by Stephanie Suh
Falling, Sinking I am falling, falling, falling— into the cycle of living and dying, again and again without end,
The Day God Cancelled Heaven
by Zygmunt Nowak Solinski Headlines in all languages precisely at the same time around the globe – ‘God Shuts Heavenly Gates’. That was when all Hell was let loose, an appropriate way of describing the unfolding situation, given its magnitude. No one knew why He cancelled.
poems by Mykyta Ryzhykh
*** my throat is sandy yellow on the outside my throat inside is sandy crumbly who and to whom prays during the heat whose deity will be a mirage
Something or Other
by Kevin Johnson Murillo Smiles walked into the apartment looking exhausted. “Where have you been?” screeched Kiki. But he didn’t say anything. He shambled to the table and plopped down onto a chair. He muttered something under his breath.
The contents of life as “antidote” to death
by Ana Bazac This short paper highlights the importance of the contents of life as “antidote” to death. Certainly, they are relative, since death is a natural phenomenon, but if the consciousness of death means sorrow just because its stake is life/the highest value is life, it results that in order to “oppose” death one […]
What We Made of Heavens
by Carmen Grad We have never felt safe in the silence. Not the silence of a still room, nor the deeper, more deafening silence of the universe. So we filled it—with words, with rituals, with imagined voices that sounded like mercy but often spoke like judgment. Faced with the vast, unanswerable mystery of existence, we […]
poems by Mykyta Ryzhykh
*** bones of golden leaves silently pray for help from a deaf forester
poem by DS Maolalai
The problem could be caused by her husband they keep taking biopsies. it’s driving her crazy she says. it’s not like it’s different