By Cruz Villarreal

The bathroom mirror affirmed the innocence

of my ignorance.

The only color a child should see,

is reflected in the maple tree of fall

or the coral and pastel hues of roses in spring.

By Hamish Todd

Before the thought is lost

And the blue ink smudges

Beyond recognition

On the temporal page

Every drop of light

Finds its way

By Ali Ashhar

The horizon of fraternity

is overshadowed 

by the clouds of injustice

I conceive a disease that has swept

the nooks and crannies of the earth

a disease whose fatality knows no count, 

a disease whose vaccine is yet to be found

I open my eyes and witness 

By Russell Willis

It is without a sense of expectation that we come

No hope that guides or drives

No goal to reach, no job to do

Simply continue on our way as if the puzzle’s 

Solved the moment we arrive at where we’ve come