By: Mary P. Douglas My son and I, we live each other’s lives. She said, “That’s good. You can relate.” That’s not the words that came to this mother’s mind. My son and I, we live each other’s lives. We…
By: Mary P. Douglas There is no rhyme or reason For the ups and downs For the swirling thoughts in my head Racing so fast Obsessing by day Waking at night Happy, sad, elated, depressed Anxiety, agitation, anger I hate them…
By: Mary P. Douglas Incessant dark thoughts destroying the mind, Turbulent battles for demise, Sudden awareness, The voices are mine, Struggling to halt, Defenseless to control, Demons are winning the war.
By: April Mae M. Berza Once again, my father punished me with silence for lack of respect though what he fears most is lack of love. The silent wall disciplines me for an hour or two. It does not blame…
By: April Mae M. Berza Verses of paeans twined around my neck as the arrow of Eros knocked profound emotions, passion out of the depths, beyond bounds of men. Of all the most bewitching chants and spells, her song is…
By: Michael C. Keith They’ve all come to look for America. –– Paul Simon After considering how to get me across town to where I was to meet up with a colleague, the hotel doorman decided it was easier just…
By: William T. Hathaway As the viciousness of capitalism engulfs ever more of us, our yearnings for change are approaching desperation. The system’s current leader, Barack Obama, has shown us that the only change we can believe in is what…
By: Indunil Madhusankha It is a quite indisputable truism that modern man has begun to emerge victorious in diverse areas of human activities in a tremendously influential attempt of clamouring to enter the information age thereby exploring boundaries beyond the…
By: Ali Znaidi Sana Rafiq-Mitchell opens her collection with “If poetry is an eruption volcanic”. This may be the gist or the manifesto of the book. Nomenclature is important because mortality is associated with being nameless. One also realizes that…
By: Linda M Crate i know you’re the genius, and i’m just the mad hatter; you’re the white knight i am the blackest of nights— tell me something that i don’t know everything that falls from your lips is the…