By: Neelam Singh One day I will look back and see The moments I have been through The pangs of being in love Oh the times of youth! The married life agonies The emotional terror The duty of a submissive…
By: JD DeHart In 2014, over the course of some snow days, I put together a collection that would become The Truth About Snails. At the time, most of the writing I was getting to was speculative and science fictional…
By: Kimberly Potter Kendrick I wait in darkness I wait until the sun rises I wait while daylight surrounds the darkened window I wait as the sunsets and the moon moves high into the night sky I wait while the…
By: Kimberly Potter Kendrick It has been growing for years; out of control wisteria. It blooms and looks pretty for a while, but the roots and vines twist and tighten. The tree begins to find it laborious to breathe. Hastily…
By: Kimberly Potter Kendrick Making unsolicited comments Gentle reminder of poor choices Leaving impact, unsuspecting women Prideful, unable to admit mistakes Costly it was, money cast away Chance after a chance she gave Telling herself no more Papers gained meaning…
By: Rabindranath Tagore Translated by: Ms. Rokeya Fair early morning, gentle breeze Quivers the river water still No swans have still gone into water No boats with white sails have still floated on water No village wives have still come…
By: JD DeHart Laundry has to be done, but I am not doing it today. I am on break today. All day long. The world is not perfect, you will not find it this way and you will not be responsible…
By: K Ahmed Alam Pain, Pang and Plight Persistent Chikungunya Head aches Chikungunya Body aches Chikungunya Each joint aches Each limb aches Chikungunya Heart numbs emotions Brain numbs thoughts Chikungunya Tongue betrays taste Legs betray the move Frailty eats up…
By: Kimberly Potter Kendrick No word from Sissy in three days. It hurts. That’s finished. How did it all fit, there is one sneaker. Where could the other be… Gotta have 3 house keys made. Oh, yeah, and buy a…
By: Balu George Somebody asked me, Why my poems have no deep meaning? And why they never last beyond ten lines? I answered “Life is not that deep, and My vocabulary is poor” Just kidding! Nobody asks me such questions….