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by James Croal Jackson. at the dawn of new love the redness of sand but the enormity of my past crash-landed into the current after losing sight of an early oasis I’m adjusting to your alien environment a mast can anchor to lust buried in the desert to disappear except you re-emerge endlessly in thought […]

by Rani Wesley.  Sabrina and I met at a dance studio. We were two of maybe five black members.  She moved to L.A. from the South like me.  She was from Atlanta, Georgia and I moved to L.A. from Clearwater, Florida.  Not that it was exactly the same thing, but I assumed there was some […]

by Mark Robinson. We talk about the weather often, how cold it is here this morning, every morning. And how it should be snowing, but it isn’t. Bleakness, be my guide: these poems need us. Without our voices, yours and mine, the world is nothing more than milky images, as if squinting at the moon. […]

by Marissa Bell Toffoli. —Thank you to William Carlos Williams Ahead is the bend on the trail, a bed of matted dirt, dried branches, the lookout shaded by tall trees. Inhale, exhale. Again. Move forward. Measure space between us with greater care— what was once enough will not do now. Day lets out a sigh […]

by Brian Griffith. I’m trying to collect stories about great Iranian women in various fields of work, and here’s a short bit on some of the film makers. Shahla Riahi (b. 1927)was most famous as an actor who starred or played in 72 movies between 1944 and 2000. However, she was also the first Iranian […]

by Bruce E.R. Thompson. by Bruce E. R. Thompson. Values theory is the branch of philosophy that tries to answer the questions, “What life-long goals are worth setting?” or “What should I do with my life?” As Aristotle points out, some things are valued as a means to an end, not for their own sake, […]

by David D. Horowitz. This sunny April morning I stroll a secluded path in my favorite forested city park. A stream rushes by on one side, and all around me rise evergreens, crowned in sunlight over their shadowy dominion of ferns, bushes, and smaller deciduous trees. I note bird chirpings, louder and more diverse than […]

by Sean Murphy. Take a guy. Let’s say he is about my age: old enough to own a place and pay almost all his bills sometimes; young enough to understand that he is not getting any younger. Add a dose of fresh alienation—not enough to be unhealthy, of course, but enough to enable him to […]

by John Grey. Our canoe takes Spring in stride, relishes the rush of new water. In summer, we linger in the grip of each river bend but April streams are limbless, shapeless, jerk us everywhere and nowhere. The madcap current lifts us high. Our oars flutter and flop like wings. It drops us down into […]