‘Along Muddy Banks’ and other poems
By: Jim Brosnan Along Muddy Banks On a gray morningin the early hoursafter first light, I follow a mile longwooden boardwalk,binoculars in hand, sight a pair of whiteegrets and an ibisamidst thick […]
Dressed for Tea
By: Carl Papa Palmer He wears the blue blazer every dayfor breakfast, lunch and dinnersince the lovely lady in room 18invited him to her table during teasaying how dapper he would lookin […]
‘Wordless’ and other poems
By: Richard LeDue Wordless A grey sky says it allwithout a single word,even if it leaves mesearching for a wayto express sadness that isn’t heavyas lead, while his cancer diagnosissinks in- my […]
‘Why Fear the Future?’ and other poems
By: Pramod Rastogi Why Fear the Future? Not even a nanosecond to lose has Time,It has been on its trot since the Big Bang.The future continually recedes into the pastAs Time moves […]
The UPS Man
By Ruth Z. Deming He was late, very very late. I was frantic, but I had gotten a messagehe would soon be here. I was diverting myself by talking to a former […]
Glowing Ghostly
By Harrison Abbott You walk home at night, maybe two miles. A pumping sadness all day; these wrathful stories have worn you out. You step off the curb, clumsily, and a car […]
Seven Mountains and Seven Seas
By Ramprasath Rengasamy “My name is Rash. I am a pharmacologist. I have been broadcasting from all the AM channels on the Rima continent from Maxas. Seven hundred billion people worldwide […]
‘Witnessed Tales’ and other poems
By Rogert Isaacs Chiwala Witnessed Tales Beautiful dyes spreadIn twilight of sunsetStories I have experiencedColourful like a rainbow I had done this beforeI was naïveNo remedy in regretOnly pain but life goes […]
‘Destined Prisoner’ and other poems
By: Jim Jas Destined Prisoner I’m an addict.I’m an addict to anxiety and stress.I’m an addict to laughter and dancing.I’m an addict. To you.To me.To everything in between. I’m just like everyone […]
Girardet -1987
By: Dan O’Neill “How would you like to have lunch at the best restaurant in the world ?” That was the question I put to my old friend, Colleen Moran. […]
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