Poetry by Luke Torrisi: “A Meditation in the Park”
Azure worlds joined on a string Maranatha Maranatha Maranatha Orbs of devotion spin through my fingers Show me your criss-crossed white scars Mine cannot be seen Black sun of onyx … Continue reading
Poetry by E. Anton Gray: “The Rose of Time”
Everything in time prolongs It must heed its inward law To such all that is belongs And in this it has no flaw; Dark rose whose crimson face Of unspoken … Continue reading
Poem: “No More Brothers’ Wars”
There is an old expression that ‘charity begins at home’ But so does fighting with your siblings… “Oi! Leave him alone.” Mum’s the great peacekeeper And calls us all indoors … Continue reading
Divided by a Common Language
The following article is a fictionalized account of an American teacher of English at a French university, as he attempts to justify his dialect before a class of hostile anti-American students. The … Continue reading
“The Follies of Being Left Wing”
(A parody of My Favourite Things from The Sound of Music) Turning each argument into a battle Using the logic and reasoning of cattle Injecting each word with a communist … Continue reading
Poem: “Western Morality”
I see some women dressed in veils go by, And next to them, some women barely dressed. I contemplate this contrast, and ask why, Our western girls are eager to … Continue reading
Poem: “Out of His Depth”
By the side of a pool, I can see a young child, By the look on his face, he appears rather riled. For his father and brother have told him … Continue reading
Poem: “Accents”
In this world, there are various accents around, And each speaker emits a particular sound. Did you know that your accent reveals who you are? If you’re conscious of that, … Continue reading
Poem: “Modern Life or Modern Death?”
They stare at Windows all the livelong day, Yet breathe in no fresh air. Despite new means of contact now in play, Communication’s rare. They trap their fragile hearts inside … Continue reading
Poem: “The English Tongue Today”
Once upon a time the English tongue, Used to be like rhythmic music sung. What has happened to this speech today? Tortured it has been in every way. Many ulcers … Continue reading
Pied Noir
¶ When Venner shot himself Jean and I went to see Papa because we knew he’d be a wreck. When we made it to the house Annette, our stepmother, shook her … Continue reading
Joe Papilio (Part III)
This is the last of a three part narrative by Emile Joseph, who describes it as a story which “contains principles in today’s gratuitous age, where instant self-gratification, inane social isolation through ‘social’ media, and the … Continue reading
Joe Papilio (Part II)
This is the second of a three part narrative by Emile Joseph, who describes it as a story which “contains principles in today’s gratuitous age, where instant self-gratification, inane social isolation through ‘social’ media, and the … Continue reading
Joe Papilio (Part I)
This is the first of a three part narrative by Emile Joseph, who describes it as a story which “contains principles in today’s gratuitous age, where instant self-gratification, inane social isolation through ‘social’ media, and the … Continue reading