As the publisher, my colleagues and I have always felt that aaduna must  embrace and publish the “voices” of people of color, disenfranchised creative people, and the full array of other poignant writers and artists who express ideals that define, challenge and celebrate the entire range of human emotions and beliefs.  aaduna is multicultural in purpose, attitude and belief; diverse and pluralistic in publishing practice with a proven track-record, and globally driven while maintaining a focus on local and regional expressions.  Our ambition continues to be to create a welcoming environment where creative people can experiment, challenge, conform, or try something different in a safe and nurturing ambiance.  Artist driven and focused, aaduna is a safe harbor for creativity.  You may doubt our intent.  If that is the case, discover the writers and artists we have published; read and see their work.  Creativity and intent can readily stand...

aaduna mascot, "Cleopatra" - one of two Sphynx cats (her brother Cairo not available as he was sleeping at the time) sits by bill berry's side overseeing the publishing operation of aaduna's upcoming issue - due to launch within the next several days ~  STAY TUNED!!!!!!!     DISCLAIMER: Oh, while it may look like it, bill is not kissing or trying to suck the sides of this cat (LOL.)

Bobbie Panek is a Auburn, NY based poet whose works elicits the range of emotions that people go through.  More of her work is coming in the summer/fall 2013 issue...soon. "The Heart of the City" by Bobbie Panek Had a great time returned at 1 a.m. went on the harbor cruise on the Hudson and East River and on the uptown and downtown Manhattan tour buses our heads swimming with sounds colors textures smells shapes frenzy pastoral peace in Central Park Dakota Building where John Lennon died Leonardo Decaprio's Hudson River high rise Harlem 's Apollo Theater Wall Street’s narrow minds horses saris Soho and Hoboken homeless with signs bridal parties and pigeons Ginka Biloba gifts from Chinese churches with spires buildings so high you can't see the tops even when you stretch your neck back streets and people yellow taxis and people street vendors and people so much history an...

Anxiety/Summer Storm White caps of madness, as memory stirs the shadows of the deep water: the black wounded depths, roll, running from consciousness, into huge untreadable waves. And you are swallowed into the unbreathable strangle of the past, suffocating in memories so painful when they surface. Anxiety tries to dog paddle in the storm. Sinks, as your lungs fill with huge gulps of desperation— howls from the past— force breaths of fear, and crawls with indecision. You are stillborn on the waves, locked in the nakedness of your own fragility. Cold and shivering, alone, in the lightening, the thunder. MORE TO COME FROM MS. WOOLVEN IN THE SUMMER/FALL 2013 ISSUE. GET READY.

We had to take an unexpected hiatus of sorts but are back and ready to continue presenting poets from the summer 2013 issue.  Interestingly that issue is morphing into a summer/fall issue with a full fall issue still in the works.  In this way, YOU  get more poets and writers in a shorter span of time. The next poet will be presented later this evening, Thursday, September 19th and then full steam ahead resuming our presentation of summer/fall issue poets on a regular basis...'cause we are back! Oh, we will have some interesting news for YOU in the summer/fall 2013 issue and will keep you informed as to the launch date for that issue.  Thank you for your continued support and interest in what aaduna is up to.   

    THE UNFAIRNESS OF LOVE     They tangled. Lovers legs and brown eyes still in the very early morning. When everything they had lied about to get to this point, hanged, in the warm summer heat. The fan that had been rotating all night to cool their skin, wasn’t enough. Every sweaty lie that had been told between their skins came and rattled them from their sleep. One by one, waking them from their dreams. His long dreads swung with his moods. Her full hips absorbed his indecisiveness. Their friendship made trivial by the tears he kept walled up behind his eyes, and the few that blessed her cheeks, barely moist.     READ THE READ THE REST OF THIS POEM AND ANOTHER WORK BY AYANA IN THE SUMMER 2013 ISSUE...COMING SOON.  

As we prepare the summer issue for a late launch, you need to get ready.   Here is a sampler from work by Alok Bhardwaj. 1. I tried to save Prostitutes Drunks Bored Couples Fallen Women Satan Worshippers Abandoned Children Homeless Derelicts Abused Men Abused Women And so many others Without very much luck I got tipsy with the drunks I failed to charm prostitutes with love poetry Out of politeness I invoked demonic spirits Talking up life’s adventure I drove spouses from boredom to adultery   Check out the rest of this poem and other works by Alok.   Coming soon.