By Jeff Knight
How We Met
It’s the middle of the night, early autumn of 1982. A bunch of college kids and a couple of grad students — the coaches and members of the UNC speech team — are … Continue reading→
Sestina for My Unborn Daughter Without the Family Album
By Hajjar Baban
My mother and I are the same.
Neither of us know simple words
in our languages. Triangle, at all. Love,
sound enough for someone … Continue reading→
Time Capsule
By Holly Day
Our history has already degraded
to the rubber soles of a pair of shoes
and an ivory thimble.
Nobody will be able to read
the newspapers
destroyed by years of … Continue reading→
A Photograph
By Narendra Jain
The house that was razed in the last war
Has no roof left
Walls almost dilapidated
And the window panes
Have shattered down on the debris
A black and … Continue reading→
Civil Service
By Gary Duehr
This is the winter of dissing content,
Of people trying to figure out what everything’s meant.
In Boston, the streets are slush.
A couple feet so far, another on its way … Continue reading→