Break me into numbers and spirals, and blood and flesh make me all that I don't wish to be. POETRY / On a Thursday on Kazi Nazrul Avenue On a Thursday, I went back home, and I took a walk./ ...

Standing astride Lewiston’s Main Street, not far from a huge sign that reads “Hopeful,” is a new bronze statue of a resolute Muhammad Ali. His connection to the city is known to the world ...

This poem embodies that sort of intense, fleeting crush you get on someone that feels as though you know them from a past life. You know nothing about them, only what you imagine them to be like.