By: Milt Montgue a perfect day picture a perfect day the heavens above are painted blue with a satin smooth brush white puffs are dribbled carelessly across a canvas sky small islands in an azure sea the sun smiles beneficently…
By Chandra Shekhar Dubey Will you listen to me? When your soul gets weary and you cry for some caring hands to touch and heal you. Will you listen to me? when your heart is broken and limbs get numb…
By Yoshiro Takayasu (translated by Toshiya Kamei) Often used as a site for events such as children’s small parties, a bus was stationed in the parking lot of a burger joint. That night Nana and Aya, two girls who had…
By: Aaron P. Meadows I am the dog barking up the limbs of every tree, wet my nose between limbs snatches prey’s scent, soft like lavender edged with cloves, hungrily lapping up the dregs of society from prey to prey leaving…
By: Aaron P. Meadows The white ladies will lay on plastic beds laying prone for the sequin heroes’ blade who by way of chisel, blade, and hammer can make a hundred faces all the same. The white ladies manage little to…
By: Aila Doyle What would it have taken for you to write a response? Five minutes? Ten? “Glad you liked the food. Things are fine here. Have a good week.” I stand corrected. Eight seconds. I wrote a short e-mail….
By: Amirah Al Wassif red rays of the unknown sun came down to my new window warmly shiver touched me, made me laugh as a fresh baby I decided to think about the source of these unknown rays but, suddenly…
By: Ruth Z. Deming She lived at the end of the block. People were always staring at her when she came out to play with her daughters, Josie and Ridley, who swam in a little blue pool with mermaids on the…
By : Amirah Al Wassif I remember! Yes, I remember this letter When my tears decided to escape Out of me, I felt that is better My soul took over my shape I heard him laughing at me and clearly…
By: Paweł Markiewicz 16 Man: rice Buddhist fields all the treasures of the world I’ll give you a wolf if you tell me what has so far delighted You? the most marvelous eternal poetry of a cracking philanderer she-wolf or I…