By: Lee Oleson When Coco was fourteen Marco, his father, was shot dead in a robbery. Marco was working behind the counter in a corner grocery when there was a stick up. After the thief took the money he didn’t…
By: Sasheera Gounden Upon the carousel To meet friends, family But most of all, You Pinks, blues and that of the colour bile Of static combed clouds dispersed in filthy rotunda traps Clay men hold moons Of catfish, Coney and sausage…
By: Ben Nardolilli You will not flinch over anything, it’s clear, You speak to me of the dick and the clit, But you can get clinical too, Conversing on the vagina and the penis, With no deference for the vas…
By: Ben Nardolilli In every heart of this generation is a burned over district, I have found mine, have you found yours? But we can afford lifestyle merchandise, which should be enough despite the trickle down drought We are restless,…
By: Ben Nardolilli This dance of logorrhea scares me up from the floor, when people cast limp feet from side to side until sneakers and heels matriculate in unison, the result of poor eye and ear coordination. Let the host play…
By: Indunil Madhusankha It is a singularly striking fact that modern man is in a whirlwind of technological wonders and innovations with a never ending zeal for enhancing the comforts of his living. At a time when the world is charged…
By: David Ogana It takes lots of guts To fight my father The father insect. knowing well, he is a butterfly, i leave him stick to my shirt to fly me east or west south or north or either west of…
By: Linda M Crate caught in a reflection of my past my fingers can’t break through the glass to the reality for i fear the pain of it, and i know i must overcome this nightmare if i’m ever…
By: Linda M Crate you try to tell me that i’m weak that i’m only a woman, only a girl emotions will always get in the way; but you don’t understand that loyalty, love, and compassion are strengths not weaknesses;…
By: Linda M Crate for so long i allowed myself to be haunted hunted, hounded by memories of the past that i refused to let go; they cut me like the shrapnel of your sharp words thrust into me like…