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Month: July 2013

Poem: Hansel And Greta

By: G David Schwartz I live in Cincinnata I have all my life Mostly anyway And now here with my lovely wife She is a handsome woman Except when she calls me Hansel. Hansel! That just ought not be I…

Poem: I Just Sit Here Thinking

By: G David Schwartz I just sit here thinking Why are there so many bees and why is there snow And where are my keys I do sit here and think It is difficult to blink Or break glasses when…

Poem: Nature’s Proposal

By: Linda M. Crate nature proposed to me with a rose and i said yes for she smells sweeter than the lies you drink so heavily of her musk finer than cologne shuddering confessions of lust silk softer than the…

Poem: Connection

By: Linda M. Crate intimate dance beneath the sheets two tangoing hearts beating in sync the whole world paused forgotten as breaths beat with the ferocity of an angry rain lashing the windows — all that exists is you and…

Poem: Yet Another Day

By: Adesina Idris D. Yet another day. A day to right wrongs. A day not to wrong rights. A day to check the plugs The oil in the engine The fuel level The overall working combustions And not the external body!…

Poem: The Victims

By: Adesina Idris D. The day was bright Such a day was good in sight! But a sound came with aplomb Deafening was it cos it was a bomb! Helter skelter we ran Searching for shelter that we can Find to…

Poem: Desire

By: Shailendra Chauhan Translated By: Balkrishna Kabra ‘Etesh’ I left behind Sorrows Adversities I adopted silence No talks I walked Behind them For sometime Who misled me Later I found myself In the other direction I bowed down To the red…

Poem: On the edge of time

  By: Shailendra Chauhan Translated by: Balkrishna Kabra ‘Etesh’ On the edge of time Withered is mind Lowered are Senses Cherished desire hangs Carefully like an arch Frigidity domineers Body and mind It’s hard To escape unarmed In this difficult time…

Story: Body Park

By: Michael C. Keith Nearly all the best people are dead!   –– Punch “Hey, I ate a freaking jar of Pickled Snake Head Fish washed down by African Pee Cola, so you can do this,” declared Howie Clarkson. “Yeah,…