By: Debasis Tripathy Summer smoking breeze shows no forgiveness, The dogs have since long refused to bark, They lie lifeless, drowsy with the heat Hoping to breathe, only when it’s little dark. Rivers, ponds and canals have run dry, barren…
By: Debasis Tripathy I wonder generally where my heart lies, Not sure why this feeling never dies. But when I enquire others about this confusion, They advise me to stop the inquisition. My instinct, in its own strange ways, Struggles…
By: Ian Castorillo I made a bracelet a pure white bracelet with a knot a knot that stands for eternity the bracelet is small small like my wrists or like my feelings but they both expand every morning I struggle to…
By: Jonathan Perez Nothing is what I get to say, but why would I talk if no one is listening? It’s like I’m the outlet and they’re the charger, but I can’t let them see what their excessive plugging does to…
By: Chuck Orloski (13 March 2017) I am Jack, Jack BeNimble to avoid a fall into deep snow drift. Or am I actually Jack, Jack BeQuick to get out of the candlestick storm alive? Stella blows upon red chapped cheeks….
By: Crystal Chavez I walk this plane unseen Invisible to the public My existence unrecognized Brown hair and dark eyes Tan skin overshadowed on the Silver Screen Flooded with beach blonde waves and bright blue eyes Erasure so thorough That…
By: Chandra Shekhar Dubey Setting my sights on unknown heights Unable to map out a route to my destination, I lost my way to an unknown territory. The trees were young and green loaded with spring blossom and green canopies, Luring…
Author Gary Beck once again captivates with his newest novel, Sudden Conflicts. The story is of three college roommates. Three brilliant college roommates, from disparate backgrounds, aspire to join the world of high-tech super giants. Armed with newly-earned PhDs, they share…
By: Gaither Stewart (Rome) The recent death of the Russian poet with whom I was acquainted, Yevgheny Yevtushenko, prompted these considerations of the role of poets in social-cultural-political progress in general and in a particularly spectacular fashion in Russia. In few…
By: Sydney Carcereny My Burns are my battle scars Ten years old and scorched By a fire that wanted to take my life. I choked on the smoke that invaded and strangled my throat Fist tighten, weighing any regret till they…