By: Leila A. Fortier You are the pause settling into the marrow Of my heart’s beat~ The fabric of a universe upon the Whisper of my own breath~ There is no distance between us In the lapse of time and space~…
By: Leila A. Fortier Melting Into a pool of silenced Thought from the source of our Ephemeral memories~ Something in The way our lips lingered and merged in Trails of whispered testimony~ Wet breath Tasting like the portal of heaven~ Where…
By: Leila A. Fortier I serve my smile to expressionless faces that know not The palace of my heart~ That know not this Language~ That know not this song~ I have fallen deeply Against The Rolling pages Of your tongue~…
By: G. D. McFetridge The other day I was at a coffee shop with a fellow writer and we were discussing the state of American literature. She looked thoughtfully over her double espresso and asked me what sort of writing I…
By: JD DeHart It started with nighttime stories out of a small book of fairytales when I could not read on my own, then progressed to spandex adventures of comic book characters, inspired by the early years of superhero films cast…
By: Adreyo Sen A good flight attendant is the sanctity of service guided by sadness – she is the grey dove transforming into a silent line amidst our feckless ways. Ask a flight attendant the meaning of sadness and she’ll answer…
By: Adreyo Sen A child early on planes will never learn the true meaning of freedom because he has learnt to fly before he has grown wings. Reality, grounded, will keep him crashing till he becomes part of the groveling…
By: Debleena Majumdar She painted the rainbow, He quietly held the corners. She jumped, He was there, tall. She counted the stars, He steadied the ladder. She slipped, His arms broke her fall. She sang a new tune, He held the…
By: Debleena Majumdar You open your bag, take out Alphabets, values, rules, Hoping time will not wash away, The unspoken teachings on the sand. You show her the stars, protect Her from those invisible scars, She runs with you, Tiny fingers…
By: Hannah Thurman Month 1: Olivia realized, for the first time, how quiet everything was. She had just gotten home from her job at the lab, stepping carefully around the gouges in the lawn left by the renovators’ ladders. The…