By: Linda M Crate pumpkin scented autumn afternoons scattered in citrine, gold, scarlet, emerald, and rust fall has graced us with apples and beauty; you stand complaining of the coming winter always taking for granted these moments we cannot get…
By: Linda M Crate i’ve had enough of your savagery just like selfish, greedy men who would plunge this world to its death so you wish to utter death upon me and my dreams so i am your willing puppet,…
By: April Mae M. Berza Sometimes the truth is changing like the weather; We are not prepared if it would rain us with words or shine us with silence. There are days when a storm is a solace for it prepares…
By: April Mae M. Berza I was fishing for words on this sunny day to cook a poem and serve it hot for you, but it was in the stream of silence I have gone fishing. Still, hour after hour, I…
By: Zunayet Ahammed Every morning peeps through my window With its sparkle. Each noon reminds me of its fading away. Beautiful flowers on earth wither. The evening creates an image of loss. The lorry quietly rolls forward Buses, trains and…
Strategic Book Publishing & Rights Agency is pleased to announce the release of its newest title, Little Jakey – Book 1: Little Jakey’s House, by author Richard Edgley. As one of the great cats of the jungle, a panther should have an…
By: Izzy Noon When we saw the old man we thought he might be a beggar but we soon found he was the harbinger of so much more When he opened his blood moon eyes and told us our lives…
By: Izzy Noon Everyone looks the same here, which is fine when we realize that the factory makes them that way One by one, they line up like widgets and get pressed out to serve their short-term purpose on the…
By: Izzy Noon He’s a real smart kid, the doctors say and he’s a real smart kid, the others agree, but he doesn’t know the crown he wears and doesn’t know how regal his mind really is.
By: Yousef Elharrak The bird with broken wings contemplates The kite flying in the sky The breeze takes the kite away Up on the hills The bird moves its wings It can’t fly like colors in the kite Sometimes paper…