Weapons Down

By Sophia Behal   I, pointing at you soldier with my daisy. I will do it to ya I guess daily. “Dear Sinister how hard is it to see, a wonder, a flower?” “Weapons down”, I say, Bloody hell, Breaking the spell, Prevent a catastrophy. Soldier after soldier, soldiers; “one by one, don’t poitn their … Continue reading Weapons Down

Lost and Found

By Michal Reiben One evening as I’m laying on my bed, reading, the phone on my bed-side table rings. I pick up the receiver, “Hello.” “Anna?” inquires a woman’s voice. “Yes,” I reply nervously, for a strange voice usually signifies some sort of nuisance-call. “I’m your sister Imogen,” explains the lady at the other end … Continue reading Lost and Found