By: April Mae M. Berza Let my hello catch you once more, a checkmate in our conversations, the blades of grass not yet mowed as high as the fence. The river be a river envious of the pearls in your chest…
By: Steve Slavin Almost everything I know about women I learned from Bonnie. Although she was just 21 – two years my junior – she already knew more than most people learn in a lifetime. Bonnie was kind of pretty,…
By: James G. Piatt Teal colored waves, bursting over mossy rocks, The never-ending sea tossing white foamed sweet Moisture high into the air, fleeting drops of brine Upon my face, awaken my drifting senses. The eternal tide of the ocean, softly…
By: James G. Piatt Oh, gentle white rose quietly enduring the unhurried day, counting the closing minutes of the fading Magenta sun as you emit sugary aromas from buds so sweet, worry not; for soon the journey to the horizon’s closing…
By: James G. Piatt As I was quietly ambling in the woods, I saw beautiful pink irises under an old Sycamore tree, they were seemingly Humming, a silent tune. The purple Flowers were plentiful as leaves on The old Maple tree,…
By: Adreyo Sen Till yesterday, I was glass. No one rubbed their hands against the dusty windowpane through which I looked out the world, seeing the brightest colors grey. How I shrank from it all. I was always cold. Little by…
By: Priya Anand The cup slips off the table And shatters into pieces As if done with its duty of Containment and measure It strikes the floor with a resounding crack As if to proclaim its demise to all present…
By: Priya Anand Silence stumbles through the ruins Crumbled walls no barrier Moths with latticed wings with A short life span spent traversing Ivory tiles now shards with fungal edges A mottled tail suggests dangers foretold Disappears beneath the forest…
By: William J. Watkins, Jr. For Garland Breazeale, his garden patch was a refuge. An Eden prior to the Fall. But on recent Saturday mornings, before the sun began its climb up the eastern sky, the patch would change. Garland had…
By: Geosi Gyasi You’re the first I ever kissed Your milky lips flows without pause You’re the first who taught me how to suck the juices from your nipples You’re the first I put to test: by calling you “love”…