Elegy For The Leaves

by Mir-Yashar Seyedbagheri Leaves dance, flame and golden symphony in the chilling October skies, dancing with the grace of a ballerina, which she once was. She wanders the hills and curves alone, a lone lady in lavender, strolling rugged paths, streams drying up, meandering toward their dry death. Tree branches lean like skeletons, the rain beginning its late autumnal descent. Read More

Calle Neptuno, La Habana

by Ray Ball, PhD My ankle wobbles as I step                                                                on the uneven textures                                               of the street                                                               and                              sidewalks.                                     In the afternoon heat                                                                 the trash                      piled high             shimmers                                            in the intersections of                                 Centro                                                 Havana.                                                                                       A sign reads:               do                                                                                                 not                                                                                                             litter! But a man                                     tosses an Read More