I can see it in your face. Cracks laced with troubles and years of struggle. With eyes full of regret, her ducts are of sorrow. From years of facial facets, crickets will forever...

Marcus Connolly, The Paisano At a dinner event a few years ago, Creative Writing Professor Wendy Barker and Comparative Literature Professor Steven G. Kellman got to thinking: What...

As I cling to a branch I watch as all of my brothers and sisters are suspended with me. Dawn approaches, the dewy droplets drip down my side while the light breeze sneezed. Paradise...

A la Primavera (To Spring) Dear small birds, all of you perched Singing wildly free Your unfettered songs unrehearsed. Thank you for bringing lovely things to me! You see...winter got up and finally...

"Just hop in Lolita, and tell Sam the Man all your problems," Sam said, leaning out of his car window and unleashing a toothy smile. Sam and Whit have been best friends since Sam threw a live frog...

Light taps, impatiently on the windowsill an unwelcome guest for bedroom activities Afternoon digestions avoid Recycled conversations Of weather and whether While silence breathes heavy Over Technicolor...

As I stand on the shoulders of lost hopes, I can see the dusk-colored peep hole In the horizon line of my sight. I hear deafening words and they start to mumble; I reach for the light but...

Photo Courtesy of Reyes Cárdenas “I’ve always wanted more than a revolution can provide.” Reyes Cárdenas pauses after reading the last line of his poem, closes his book and steps...

One day, the lowly worm invited his friends to eat with him. Among his friends were an ant, a bee, and a firefly. After their meal, there began a discussion of who was the most important based...