Sunday Plans
“I am considering waltzing into the nearest Catholic church/ and admitting to a murder/ that never occurred…” Poem of the Week (February 25), by Joseph Goosey.
Read More“I am considering waltzing into the nearest Catholic church/ and admitting to a murder/ that never occurred…” Poem of the Week (February 25), by Joseph Goosey.
Read More“Perhaps the most annoying pro-choice synonym I have discovered for being fat is “bubblyâ€. As if the extra poundage somehow magically morphs into excess humor and verbosity,” writes Features Editor Maria Amir in the Winter 2014 issue.
Read MoreThe characters in ‘180 Sunsets’ don’t belong in any way to this place called Zahraniyya where they live. They came to this place, twenty or so miles from Lebanon’s capital city Beirut, fleeing their areas of origin, because of the war, or the wars, and here they are, in houses new to them, houses being built there. All the while, they are building resentment and hatred toward each other as if, in their turn, they are getting ready for their own coming war.
Read More(I) I had to push my hands away from each other To push my eyebrows too The darkness said What do you hold…
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