The Transformation Of Medusa

  By Joanna Panayi, #3 Transformation No No What have you done to me? My beauty, my beauty Has escaped my being The biting on my neck The poison in my veins Why is my hair moving? The feeling is strange A snake Or two Or 5 Biting me Hissing on the side I am…

The Literary Works Of Norman Molesko

  By Norman Molesko     THE WAY I LIVE MY LIFE Life is not passing me by. I am here. I’m alive. I am able to breathe, am able to sigh. This makes me beam, like the gleam in my father’s eye. It’s the attitude I have. It’s the way, I look at life.…

Medusa A Case In Pain And Strength

By: Joanna Panayi #1 I love you Athena I love you Athena Ι was born with love in my heart My beauty was my start To become wise like you And carry your knowledge Through and through I loved you so I devoted my life To make people know You were the best of the…

Artist Artistry

By Stephan Pisko Trickling water walking over stones spraying sentimentality upon artist’s artistry gesturally with painful protuberance a famous familiarity tune shrouded within unforgeability we reminisce intensely nervously rushing with exacting standards marvelous memories felt feverishly elegant eclectic establishments surge charged sensation soars repetition serves the grandeur artistry assigns feeling it ventures through physicality on…

Poetry Notes

By Stephan Pisko Harmonic duality distilling pure perpetuated sweet sighs vibrational variance lively lust plucking tender turmoil asking anxious questions’ who are the notes stuck in these spaces’ we want relative release sensual sonata zombiance – Fluid dripping freeze spacial solitude dancing delirious clip clopping together asking questions’ why why do we do lost lips…

Poems By Andrea Monroe

CRUCIFIED I think I know how Jesus must’ve felt Before a crowd of his jeering nonbelievers I’m a prisoner now of my own pain A martyr of my marriage I’m sucked shallow Fucked dry By a hostile gathering of my own heathens Who go by native-sounding names like Totally Broken Dreams, Love Left Me, and…

Salma Arastu: A Sculptor of the Spirit

  Salma Arastu was born into the Hindu tradition in her native India, and embracing Islam later on, she has enjoyed the beauty of these two distinctive traditions first hand. At birth, Salma Arastu was given the life-defining challenge of a left hand without fingers. Through her belief in the unity of an all-encompassing God,…