PNININIZING HAMLET: NOBOKOV & SHAKESPEARE IN THE PARK by Rachel Wagner
Pnininizing Hamlet: Nabokov & Shakespeare in the Park
By Rachel Wagner
And just at the top of the fifth act with Ophelia acting all crazy singing and sobbing and slopping all over the floor, they yell...
AS ABELHAS FIZERAM MEL NA CAVEIRA DO LEÃO by João Franco
AS ABELHAS FIZERAM MEL NA CAVEIRA DO LEÃO
Por João Franco
Era no reinado de D. Afonso IV, rei de Portugal e dos Algarves. Período de relativa acalmia, seguindo a estabilidade que o longo governo...
OLD SCHOOL DISCIPLINE by Abbiba Princewill
The first time I experienced depression was around the summer of my first year at University. It was a time when the world should have been painted in vibrant hues, bursting with life and...
THE ASHUWILLTICOOK TRAIL, THE OLD MAN’S LAST RIDE by Wayne Bizer
The Ashuwillticook Trail, The Old Man’s Last Ride
By Wayne Bizer
As he removed his bike from the trunk of his car, the old man thought everything must come to an end. Like him, the bike...
EQUALITY BEFORE WOMEN EMPOWERMENT by Sanchita Das
I analyzed from my point of view to the best of my ability……
Has anyone ever measured the depth of a vase before embossing it with an aesthetic floral art?No, certainly not! Likewise, women’s empowerment...
DAUGHTER OF AN ADDICT by Charlotte Jamison
Daughter of an Addict
“Check to see if he’s responsive, if not call 911, then call me, got it?”
Have you ever been asked the question: what'd you learn today? Normal kids would reply and say...
MY XBOX IS HAUNTED by Aleesha Bass
My Xbox is haunted.
At least that’s the explanation that makes sense to me right now.
When I moved into my newly purchased condo, I took the Xbox (along with a remote and a controller) from...
A NORMAL DAY IN NEW YORK CITY by Frannie Gilbertson
A Normal Day In New York City
It was a cold, normal day in March as I stood on the streets of New York City. I had been waiting in the bitter wind outside...
ABDUCTED BY AUDIO by T.A Shiroma
Abducted by Audio
My life narrowed into a dark tunnel sometime during last spring. As my despair deepened my nights out became longer and more frequent; I often spent them alone. I did not desire...
PERMANENT SCARS by Hank Kalet
I left the cabinet door open again. Packages of napkins, paper plates, a box of pop corn. Straws. Plastic cups. Paper towels. All visible.
The cabinet: Blond beechwood, pinkish as the sun sneaks in through...