Dawn’s curtain opens.I hear a cascade of lightGently greet my eyes –A symphony of all thingsThat belong beyond the dark. Editor: Erynn Crittenden

My sweater sat, draped over an open drawer. I examined the stains and tears, earned from years of love. The garment seemed to be on its last legs, yet I longed to lose myself in the familiar fabric. When I was six, my grandfather died from a heart attack. “Too full of love,” my mom ...

NYC summer felt alien to Lacey; it was like a different world. Heat radiated from the pavement, a thick air hung heavy, and people bustled through it. When she walked the city, she wasn’t used to seeing the type of crowd sizes she saw. Every inch of sidewalk in view seemed maxed out with patrons ...

Six weeks had passed since Lacey hung up on Brooke after finding out she kissed Reuben. It resembled a lifetime, given how inseparable they were before this happened. Lacey felt lost without her safe person by her side. The two had spent every moment together, and one fight had demolished their pair. It was her ...

Do you remember how your parents begged you not to age too fast? I do. As an adult, I find myself hoping for the same for them. For my entire childhood, my mother told us that she didn’t want us to grow up. She would joke that she wanted to find a magic dryer to ...

During World War II, Daddy serves both in the British Navy and the Armed Forces. With hostilities ending he completes his wartime duties. As his area of expertise is pulmonary conditions, he is now the epidemiologist at New Delhi’s TB Center, and a firm believer in preventive medicine. His mentor, Dr. P. V. Benjamin (India’s ...

Life is full of changes.Large and smallEnough to make anyone stressYet, expected to be beneficial This sense of change can be overwhelmingFeelings of being inadequate and irrelevantEmotional drainage that few realizePushing us all aside like waves Caught in a perpetual cycleof rise and fallThese ideas of what change can bringUnable to truly deal with them ...

I’m going with the wave, to a place that may replace or erase, fill the void, And refill my glass. The quiet may confuse many, except I may keep floating in infinite possibilities.

A moment that ‘is’ may soon turn to a moment that ‘was.’ Warbler’s singing a tune. Listen ‘now,’ as she may sing a different song or not…next moment.   The Sun rays ‘re piercing through space between railings. Natural light’s causing a geometrical design of shadows on the deck. See ‘now,’ as new shapes may ...

Once upon a time, I was young and thought things were simple. Actions were right or wrong, and belief systems fell into little boxes. Life was clearly black and white. As I grew older, I determined nothing is simply a matter of black and white, right and wrong. Life is far more complicated and full ...