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...
CURTAIN By Juli Nicewarner
MY ANCIENT ENEMYby Daniel Bailey
My Nijinsky bird-feet seemed to be going over well in our first conversation that fall afternoon in 1973. I called them that because my arches are so high my feet...
RESOURCE by John Bonanni
Resource
No social philosophy, economic strategy or cultural perspective can guarantee our well-being without the truth.
Possession is hawked by capitalists gone wild on one end of the spectrum while entitlement is claimed by socialists gone...
BATMAN DOESN’T FLY…HE GLIDES by Scott Trainer
BATMAN DOESN’T FLY…HE GLIDES
Black as the darkest night, standing - or possibly hovering - in the slightest of divides between the pure black and any of the many shades of gray, is the figure...
RIVEN by Tommy Sheffield
Riven
The sun tumbles across the sky like the face of a log ready to be split. There is shade here, beneath the trees. Black shadows stretch like prison bars between the light shining on...
BROWN by Violet Piper
"I cannot believe you got her a kazoo."
Gemma grimaced at her youngest child, Ayla, who spiritedly blew into my plastic birthday gift. The toddler accompanied the room as we serenaded her; she kazooed with...
A DREAMER’S COMMENCEMENT by Marie Seeba
A Dreamer’s Commencement
Restless. Anxious. Overwhelmed.
I moved to New York over two weeks ago now, and I haven’t had a full night’s rest since. Writing this, it shocks me to realize it’s only been two...
SCARS AND SPITE: How Academic Labels Shaped My Education by Haile...
Among the various essays, poems, and works that I’ve written about my education,I try to assert myself as someone rational, as someone who acknowledges her disadvantages but has grown from the pain of them....
SANCTUARY by Michael McGrath
SANCTUARY
Contrary to popular belief, not all babies are born beautiful. Trust me, I should know. As evidenced by my baby pictures, I wasn’t a looker by any stretch of the imagination. But rather than...
IN PREPARATION: DANCING FOR YOUR LIFE by Gail Hosking
My mother turned twelve in Kountze, Texas where her father worked the nearby oilrigs, leaving his family for weeks at a time. Little did she know that this was a good preparation for living...