By: Sahaj Sabharwal and -Pacca Danga Oh these tests,Superflous academic tests.No time to prepare For entrance tests. Difficult to store Vast concepts in mind, Oh how to retain so much Till marks given and paper signed. Bewaring that, The examiner is not…
By: Linda M Crate love of a mother my mother’s lovecouldn’t protect mefrom your rage,my mother’s lovecouldn’t guard me from your pain;my mother’s love couldn’t convince methat i truly meant somethingi only listened to yourhate—nightmares were so numerousi was walking…
By : Amirah Al Wassif When your motherland cries Put your hand on your chest Here, at this home lies Your doctor soul who does his best When your motherland writesHer best letter to your heartRead her touched words in…
By: Alan Berger If the votes come in the way my wife wants them to, I may be able to get into my wife. Please allow me to explain.She is a Republican.She thought I was too.For a bit.Why did she…
By: Ryan Quinn Flanagan Restoration Costs orchid flower of destiny pulling at shoelace earth the riddle unknown and the path queasy fluke worm misgivings all this: taut and barbaric with wetness ticker tape strychnine the edifice unfolds crowds of failed…
By: Ramprasath I never go alone anywhere. But this one didn’t go as planned. Me and my friend were planning to go for a trek in Cherokee National Forest. But he turned down at the last moment. That left me to…
By: Steven Lebow Seven thousand suns are a virgin in the sky.I am that virgin who abstains,I am that priest who wears no shoesbecause he owns none. Suns are the gypsies of the sky and we are eunuchs, bound to them….
By: Austin J. Dalton The editor is a professional, and for that reason he typically doesn’t have time to answer questions for prying pissants like me. He punches into his shift early, and then after some brief and frivolous socializing…
By Olatubosun David That season when no rain falls Sky underlines blue heaven Searing sun dries the puddles On the farm roads The misty breeze blows In the morning The hills, the mountains Are shrouded in the mist At a…
By Chinese Poet Yuan HongriTranslated by Manu Mangattu The Outer Music In dreams the gods told me that the world is a dreamland So I forgot the honor and disgrace of life, even believe not day and night My body…