By: Chuck Orloski As a special favor for “America’s greatest ally,” the street smart President Donald Trump gave Benjamin Netanyahu his TracFone cell phone number – to be used for confidential conversations, only. With > 500 minutes remaining on the president’s…
By: Balu George Why is it said one must pass through darkness to re-enter the light? Why is it said re-enter and not enter? Why did Mr. Kane whisper rosebud on his deathbed? I like idly and white chutney, I also…
By: Gareth C He is a labourer of tobacco, margarine coloured finger tips rotting apple brown skin. Lungs struggling to inflate, or breath, though one day may fail to take him out; But he is happy with his rolled fag and…
By: Gareth C The moon had cooked up a stew of cloud, but blamed the sea. Serving it to the mountains that sat in their own height. We were hit first as rain sizzled on the tents skin. I watched the…
By: Ruth Deming She curves like the crescent moon tiny blossoms with Roman noses of deep character, serious flowers who know the importance of every single day, to treat well your brethren, bow before them, pass them food when they’re…
By: Angelo McCabe Though at Death’s door Or perhaps she at mine No one answers; what of that? And yet, my heart and soul hang by one last breath, the thinnest of twine. With myvery last ounce Like a fool I…
By: Ram Prasath “Sir, we heard that you are suspended from NASA operations due to your stupid attitude issue within the organization?” the reporter of DailyNews.com asked. “Yes. It is true that I have been suspended” Collins said. “We have…
By: Ram Prasath My public exams were upcoming. In a few, crucial weeks I was to give them away. It was not like I had not given it its due time for preparation. Yet, you know, human body is a huge…
By: Kimberly Potter Kendrick Fierce throbbing Lightning strikes Ignore, I try Unbearable moments Tears, I cry not I ask not why Grey overcast skies A grimace hidden behind As a sliver of sun appears Perhaps there is hope A facade….
By Adreyo Sen Man on the Phone Unconscious he is that unconsciously He is a thing of beauty, One hand poetic elegance As it addresses the air, The other a bracket ended by slender metal Transporting him to a world…