By: Gaither Stewart Long before the Nibelungen mythology spread in Teutonic lands, legends and semi-legends abounded in the ancient and isolated lands south of the Alps, legends that say a lot about how these peninsular Italic peoples today think and…
By: Raymond Greiner Jim and Susan Marshall met in college and married shortly after graduation. Both earned meteorological science degrees and were offered an opportunity to work as a team for the US weather service. The first six months they were…
By: Nadia Rei Maglonso Relationships are by far the best and worst experience you’ll feel in your life. At one point you can feel on top on the world. On the other hand — you can feel the most gut wrenching…
By: Nadia Rei Maglonso Deny what is reality Block out words and hide from facts — The first wave of pain. I blamed you for leaving Resented you for my pain — I needed closure. Sometimes I regret Not having enough…
By: Mari Salarda Unpredictable— The water has its own mind Treacherous while calm My feet are dirtied black from the soil where green stalks grow and flourish It gives light and warmth Sometimes blue, red, or orange A tool, a weapon…
By: Zunayet Ahammed Life is not getting well Sometimes invisible darkness appears in front of it It then moans and groans out of pangs. No place to go for peace and harmony Things are not happening The way we are sending…
By: Zunayet Ahammed I saw her once in an enchanting journey She was a princess, a beauty to flood the dark room with “moonlight” like the murmuring sound of the Padma Many days back I lost. I don’t know whether she’s…
By: Neelam Singh I hear voices, Voices within! Some are clear and some in vain I try to hear but the chaos therein I hear voices, yes voices within! The magnetic lunatic world around me offers frenzied voices Alas it overpowers…
By: Bob Kalkreuter Sea oats swayed in the breeze sweeping in from the Gulf of Mexico. Sitting on a chair atop the wind-wrinkled dune, Travis could see down the beach to a fishing pier that looked like a centipede crawling into…
By: Balu George I write poetry without ambition, Without wondering about rhyme, Or worrying about metaphors. I write because I like writing, Just like, I like watching Women brush hair of their forehead, Balloons floating up towards the sky on…