Festival Minor
by Ben Nardolilli Dust rises off the floor, I call it a partner, Sure it has callous bad timing, And it gets into the lungs, But am I any better? I’m a particle Sucked into the city, Pulled through the galleries of Manhattan And the avenues of Brooklyn Where I leave behind a trail of…
He Never Dies
by Wang Xu It was two o’clock in the morning. Robert woke up from a nightmare with a huge ache in his belly. He knew it was the cancer. Keeping silent for a moment, he switched on the bedside light. Robert walked towards the window, drew back the curtain, and looked up at the night…