The Pyle Inside

“My Life and Diversity” by Debkanya Mitra

I   Without color, our world is bleak, Cold, and unforgiving.   There would be no smiles, Our identities would be tangled in a veil, Which would suffocate our spirit.   But we have color, And I can’t imagine my world, my community, Ever lacking it.   II   Diversity is being different, Not feeling […]

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“Fall” by Debkanya Mitra

Fall comes with leaves, More beautiful than flowers, And grey skies.   Fall is the season of harvest, While the bleak ground, Is decorated with the remains, Of shattered memories.   Trapped in the empty theatre, Are our materialistic ideas of change, I’m the only one, Who hasn’t watched its premier.   I think that […]

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“The Storm” by David Villani

It was a warm, sunlit October day, and I was calmly fishing for sardines on my boat, the Tempesta, as I had always done. I was laying out the nets, a tedious, painstaking task. All of a sudden, a bored croaking voice spit into my radio. I jumped at its abruptness, and angrily let go […]

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