Cursive, a Prose Poem by Laurie Klein
Where does love go when it dies? A stranger’s story can move like a riptide between the listener’s ears.
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Jun 24, 20232 min read
Translation Memory, and Your Principle of Reduction? a Poem by Desmond F. X. Kon Zhicheng-Mingdé
“True translation is transparent: it does not obscure the original, does not stand in its light, but rather allows pure language, as if...
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Jun 16, 20231 min read
Make a Difference! a Poem by D.R. James
—a villanelle to commencement speakers everywhere Tonight, fatigue’s grim flower unfurls, but Gandhi, gunned down, had this to say: “Be...
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Jun 9, 20231 min read
Whales, a Poem by Burt Rashbaum
You loved our songs. named us by our flukes, watched entranced as we danced on the waves but we knew we were still endangered....
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Jun 2, 20237 min read
Stationery, Short Story by Kenneth M. Kapp
Harry pneumatically lowered the front of the bus. John smiled, went along with the joke, and hunched over as if he were an old man. He...
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