By: Christopher S. Bell I got jealous today, but it didn’t feel normal. She was maybe sixteen and didn’t know much about anything. I still found myself trying to sound cool, though, like this girl could whisk me away. I’d tell…
By: Balu George When you read in the papers, About a successful young entrepreneur, 5 or 10 years younger than you, Do you feel irritated and sad? Now let me ask you something. Do you enjoy eating a Masala dosa?…
By: Balu George If somebody boasts, let her be. If somebody does not boast, let her also be. If somebody eats chicken by the reasoning that they can’t fly, let her be. If somebody thinks it shows a lack of empathy…
By: Linda M Crate i am passionate and intense, but also vulnerable; people have always tried to exploit my kindness as if it were a weakness— but i am no fool i can see through their masks even if i…
By: Linda M Crate the cardinal found his way to the branches of my mother’s tree which produces too many walnuts come autumn which i would carry away by the bucket full as a girl to throw in the woods…
By: Linda M Crate i walk past a magical grove where faeries play they don’t seem to mind me although they hide in the trees or ivy on the ground when i walk past i can feel their presence as…
By Ian Fletcher Before I start my humble analysis, here is the poem to refresh the memories of those who know it and to introduce it to those who haven’t read this masterpiece of nineteenth century poetry: Because I could…
By: Emily Ellison What is the value of temerity if in slugging along, I am still a lugubrious snake in the state of cardiovascular plunder? This gut holds but the jitters of mice tucked inside themselves, a false scale of scary…
By: Emily Ellison Swallowtails gulp down my frail, yet renowned attempts at song. Notes, like black fish, burble in symphonic schools. Feed me nonverbal worms, for I have hunger for an earthbound tastiness, cuisine of the humble ground. Feasts reeking steamed…
By: Ian Fletcher How busy I imagine they must have been in homes or offices farms or factories getting and spending living and loving until finally dying. How strange it seems they are now so still lying neglected here on this…