By blurry vision I struggle in, sluggishly shuffling along the cracked crack city streets and what I do witness’ there in seeing perils

laughed at his funeral. I really did. I burst into laughter, watching him fade away in dust particles.

by Anette Gagliardi Annette Gagliardi is a poet whose work has appeared in literary journals in Canada, England, Sweden and the US,...

by Anchal Jain Anchal Jain was given the title of Resilient Human Being by her supporters when she was on the path of her healing...