By: Olatubosun David See a young man smoking burrow All alone in that bush He did so last year And burnt my farms of precious crops Striping me bare of costly income And sending my wives and wards To the…
By: Kelvin J. Shachile Distraction I dream I am in a homeWhich isn’t my own.I see light like a flash far away fromThe fields where the Maasai moransHerd their flocks and cattle.And so amidst all these distractions,I find no life…
By: Dan A. Cardoza Mr. Simmons’s grips his gloved hands on the steering wheel, as his rusty Ford 150 jostles the turns, along the gravel road on a mission. The intermittent click/clack of the four speed gears is tight and calming….
By: Dan A. Cardoza The first writing ink was invented in 2500 B. C. by the Egyptians and the Chinese. It is believed that this ink was made by mixing carbon with gum. Writing, yet birthed, uncompromised, each & every word…
By Rhiannon Bird Every week you were gone my steps slowed, every day you were gone the emptiness trickled in, every hour you were gone it was harder to breath. People told me that it would get easier as time…
By: Srinivas S Flying leavesLo Behold! Here are the flying leaves!Gold-bare, orphaned from their homes;Crinkled in complexion, torn as uncouth;Against the most wan of waning skies,Little to life ladled by the sparest wind,Here they come; for dear life, they come!…
By: Alan Berger What if at the end it all becomes peaceful and sunny? To believe that it will wont cost you more, or less love or money The last thought you got won’t be regret for the book you…
By : Amirah Al Wassif I asked them How the sun says hello to everyone ? Then, they laughed bitterly Without being sorry And told me “ask the gun” Her red spark Sharp like a dark Permits entering the light…
By: Denise Woods 1. At ten years old, I just got used to the world I lived in. I’m not ready to see everything change before my eyes. I was born in the midst of the Civic Arena’s popularity. After…
By: Linda M Crate the immortal strand of hope they seek me, but they shall not find; i have heard the hooves of the horses and i know they mean me no good—always i have been an outsider, a misfit…