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• Poetry > Free Verse
  Mercury, Running

  By Nevin D., Port Jefferson Station, NY

  Run, masculinity adrift, You strut your soul, unbridled passion, at the whistling wings of your feet, to the heavenly queens lust, that can reanimate stone, still wet is the shepherd’s pipe even now, as you gaze in Pandora and entice her fingers, persuade her to the corners, open it...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  To Go Hungry, An Ode to Demeter

  By Nevin D., Port Jefferson Station, NY

  To say you don’t love us, that we are not merited to gust in the aromas of bustling cornucopias, nor see you beneath your dark and temporal shrouds to the magnificence beneath the mane of blonde, angel hair O, Eukomos No, to say that you when you join us under the frigid tempests of winte...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  Testing

  By Nevin D., Port Jefferson Station, NY

  Testing, 1, 2, 3… Check! The Earth rings… In a dark alleyway, In the depths of the slums, Between the strata of society Reverberates the calling Testing, 1,2, 3… When God needs to check up on his creations We won’t back away. His microphone works Let’s call it out....
• Poetry > Haiku
  The Evolution of Violence

  By Nevin D., Port Jefferson Station, NY

  Hell asked the Virtues Which one would be next to go And they fled the scene....
• Poetry > Free Verse
  Stranger

  By Nevin D., Port Jefferson Station, NY

  Big kid. Little kid. The sparks fly. That primordial instinct Batters into my spinal cord When the fire approaches Run away from the heat It’s just a little warm There’s worse Maybe he’ll just be burned Face singed off It’s not like he’d die Just get scarred Why risk it? ...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  Prayer for the Supposedly Sane

  By Nevin D., Port Jefferson Station, NY

  For a minute Pick my feet up Up over my head Through my neck And kick them off into the Stars Take my arms Fling them through my stomach Pull them out Touch my toes And use them to spin the Planets Wring my neck To the side Twist it off Throw it to the depths of the universe ...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  X-ray

  By Nevin D., Port Jefferson Station, NY

  110 kilovolts, 320 milliamps, for 96 milliseconds. Not science or math history or geography. Time can’t tell anything. The piercing images of an orphaned baby crying for his mother in the slums of the African Sahara cannot even lift a finger. Wait…really? Not the malaria and meas...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  Breathe

  By Nevin D., Port Jefferson Station, NY

  That’s what the rehab nurse said. Over and over again. “Breathe in, breathe out.” While you eat While you sleep, While you take a bath, While you exercise your hand with that lousy-baking soda-balloon-homemade-stress ball- excuse-for-a-mode-of-effective-hand-therapy-and-circulation-enh...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  Decomposition

  By Nevin D., Port Jefferson Station, NY

  It was the stroll to the rice paddies as we tread the crackled earth in the Indian siroccos, trodding and hurtling ‘round the chunks of the asphalt that gravity had palliated the road of and brought down on the fields. , where Appachan gazed upon the wafting waters and he gazed at the lilies...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  Papaya Girl

  By Nevin D., Port Jefferson Station, NY

  With excerpts from Edgar Allen Poe’s “A Dream Within a Dream” mirthful parsimony crisped wood perforated with termite burrows, meticulously dipped in puddles of stagnant urine, hiding You are in the undergrowth from the raucous snorts and shouts and boisterous spits of strewn chewi...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  The Timeless Taste of Ginger

  By Nevin D., Port Jefferson Station, NY

  He climbs trees falls like the leaves crisp and careless He gathers snow from the heavens and sets it at our feet and takes root in my home in my sanctuary; but stolen from a land of raucous rubber harvests and rowdy from the world of busted machettis and rusting car parts do I question ...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  A Compass with a Mind of its Own

  By Nevin D., Port Jefferson Station, NY

  Science dictates it displace itself, non-renitent To that infinite field, pervasive and eternal Aligning, its only ability, suspended in a sea of tightly strung water molecules Bound meticulously to provide no obstacle nor aid to its movement Yet see how that compass fails all the while to groun...
• Opinion > Current Events / Politics
  Faith in the Mind

  By Nevin D., Port Jefferson Station, NY

  “History repeats itself”- too often has Karl Marx’s saying been used in reference to the victimization of the Middle East. America, in particular, has been the Nazis exploiting 9/11 as an excuse to expose antiquated contentions with the Islamic regions and the Mongols savagely sacking Baghdad ...
• Fiction > Realistic Fiction
  Quid Pro Quo

  By Nevin D., Port Jefferson Station, NY

  It might have been the casual smile the maintenance man shrouded his face along with the half a smudge of mustard from afternoon lunch, adorably placed next to the smooth bulge of his upper lip, that first captivated her eye. His soft, green eyes against the 5 o’clock shadow and just ever so sligh...
• Nonfiction > Travel & Culture
  Ammachi at Obon

  By Nevin D., Port Jefferson Station, NY

  Anime this, manga that. Even my European and Indian friends had fallen head over heels, twiddling their fingers until the next Naruto issue was hijacked and published online. Frequently, I had been unceremoniously interrupted by strings of discussion of Hei’s masterful characterization in Darker t...
• Opinion > Social Issues / Civics
  Teen Worker Safety: The Importance of Awareness in Keeping Safe on the Job

  By Nevin D., Port Jefferson Station, NY

  A 15-year-old recent immigrant from Guatemala is killed out of ignorance and noncompliance with basic regulations as he gets entangled in a pizza dough mixing machine while attempting to clean it as it is on. A 16-year-old working after 11 p.m. is assaulted as a cashier at a sandwich shop and robbed...
• Nonfiction > Travel & Culture
  Japan: The Human of History

  By Nevin D., Port Jefferson Station, NY

  Mortal Kombat painted my first picture of Japan. The intricate depictions of ancient fighting techniques, Buddhist architecture, and deadly samurai weaponry were all I knew. And then, I learned of geography and I saw a tropical island nation placed so precariously above Asia that one could not hel...
• Opinion > School / College
  Open Campus

  By Nevin D., Port Jefferson Station, NY

  Colleges have long been acknowledged as the centers of present-day academia. As the modern day equivalent of the rich, ancient Roman forums, they are the premier locations of learning and understanding on the private and public levels, sophistication and erudition, and inspiration and insight. Yet m...
• Nonfiction > Travel & Culture
  Anime Woman

  By Nevin D., Port Jefferson Station, NY

  Anime this, manga that. Even my European and Indian friends had fallen head over heels, twiddling their fingers until the next Naruto issue was hijacked and published online. Frequently, I had been unceremoniously interrupted by strings of discussion of Hei’s masterful characterization in Darker t...
• Fiction > Realistic Fiction
  Space Adventure

  By Nevin D., Port Jefferson Station, NY

  We were “gifted”, or at last our teacher told us so. We thought that meant we were able to prance about the school on “independent study projects” without supervision. What it really meant was that we had to go to a class every Wednesday after school with the other third of the grade who the...
• Nonfiction > Heroes
  Ammachi

  By Nevin D., Port Jefferson Station, NY

  “She’s still sick. We’re going back,” Mom whispered to me. She waited until my sister walked innocently out of earshot. “Ammachi died.” Crippled by a train station accident in India, my grandmother crept across continents for over a decade. Her inability to e...
• Opinion > School / College
  Asymptotic Education

  By Nevin D., Port Jefferson Station, NY

  “We’re going to start this year with a review of fractions!” The fact that my sister is hearing that sentence in fifth grade is discouraging. Her class hasn’t even started utilizing variables, though my fourth-grade cousin in India is solving quadratic equations. Still, we continue to ask ou...
• Poetry > All Poetry
  Settling

  By Nevin D., Port Jefferson Station, NY

  A lone stone Brisked away by the tumultuous seiches of the lake It reaches out with its essence Reaching for the air above Feeling that substantive arm slowly creeping out of its body About to come out To pull the air closer To its dismay No appendage appears The cliffs rise like an om...
• Poetry > All Poetry
  A Conversation With a Fatalist

  By Nevin D., Port Jefferson Station, NY

  Is it the sorrow which dampens our hearts? Which takes from us the charisma that once was May we taste the fruit of the past again, Those succulent grapes Luscious and ripe Tangy and sweet, capacitated with the intuit of being Though lamentably short-lived. Is it not possible to grow those ...
• College
  Guide > College Essays
  A Calling

  By Nevin D., Port Jefferson Station, NY

  A torrent of children stormed around me, a stampede of tattered faces, as the sound of the cowbell was suspended in the smoldering air. The majestic stream seemed to slow to a soft trickle. The birds’ chirping subsided. Even the stolid hill seemed to soften its rigid composure of staunch banana tr...