The Ticking Clock: An Egyptian’s First Hand Account of the Protest in Tahrir Square

It began with a Facebook event invite that had a catchy title: “Anger Friday for Revolution Against Corruption, Injustice, Unemployment, and Torture.” Roughly eighty thousand people were classified as “attending”, but the replies of over one million Facebook users were still listed “awaited”. Perhaps that was because there were several virtual farms and cities that needed tending to, and this was no game. Tahrir Square was to be both the physical and symbolic center of the protest, an appropriate decision given that tahrir is Arabic for ‘liberation’. Unlike the previous protest which had taken place three days earlier, this one was planned from the very start to go nationwide.

Karakia (Prayers for a Baby Boy)

by Eros-Alegra Clarke Prayers All day my body is curved around my seven-month-old baby, Joaquin. He rides on my hip, his hand resting on my breast, his arm slung over my shoulder. I am once again transformed into a one-armed pourer of tea, maker of ba-bas, masher of potatoes. A one-finger typist. In less than […]

A Poem by Daniel Coshnear

  By Daniel Coshnear     Breathtakingly So often precedes beautiful Maybe it’s the alliteration we like Or the rollercoaster of four syllables Before three Do the Buddhists say Breathtakingly Beautiful? Sure, I remember crushes The surprise of her face by my locker Leaning in, smiling, seeing through me My ears beating blood Face burning […]

Sea Dreams

by Sharon Walling Lila, at nine was the younger of two sisters.  She laughed easily and had a heart bigger than her years. She played piano and sang and did both very well, thank you very much.  She was a good student, because school was not only a favorite pastime, it was an escape.But when […]

Into Africa: A Journal of a New Life in Uganda

by Sharon Walling Tiny lights from small houses diamond-stud the darkness. I would like to gather all them all and cast them into the sky by my house in Masindi. But perhaps the lack of lighted hills will enhance the million-star sky I hope to see. Are there stars in Masindi? There must be. I […]

The River and The People

By Waights Taylor Meandering out of the north, the Russian River is enveloped in winter’s grip: steely dark waters, gray skies, bare trees, and muddy banks filled with detritus and flotsam from floods gone by. The river wends around Fitch Mountain ever seeking a path beneath the dark skies to its destiny with the sea, […]

Immigrant Girl

by Ann Carranza She was 14, this bright girl with no promise in her future Eyes dark and hair, too

They Said it Would Be Wonderful

A short story by Susanna Solomon At seventeen, Christy St. Claire had been a virgin long enough. All of her friends had made it with guys, but she hadn’t, no, not yet. Having a boyfriend was a big deal for her, but that wasn’t the point, not really. It was this goddamn virginity, and it […]

Remembering Roses

by Jean Wong I could no more procrastinate than bungee jump from a bridge. As children, we were taught that life was serious. “Fun” was tolerated as an incidental occurrence in everyday life, but had nothing to do with the main idea. “Study hard, make good grades, save money” was programmed into our minds like […]

I Feel the Cold Embrace

by Hannah Whitman I feel the cold embrace of these sullen shadows thats all thats left of my reflection. Reaching out to touch my face I feel your cheeks are sallow yet you’re still the picture of perfection Hannah Whitman is 16 years old. She has loved writing short stories since she can remember, and […]