By: Anadi Naik The room is cool With a humming air-conditioner. The bed, the chair and the table Overused by ever present patients are old. The walls are empty like the face of that mirror sunk into the north side…
By Chinese Poet Yuan HongriTranslated by Manu Mangattu Outside the Universe of Sapphire Don’t you think the key is sweet If it condenses into a diamond in solitude And its song unlocks the portals to unseen gold? You have discovered…
By: Ethan Owens Malvern Hills in June This little cabin and your long nose make me feel at home Among the crumbling beams, white but blue. On this chair lies the greycoat, forgotten like the red before him, Rolled and…
By: Keith Moul Diana Ipso Facto Far from soft nights in Rome, prairie pauses for ritual witness to headlights gleaming back from dozens of reflectors lining a half mile of rude driveway: sparkling nymphs to court Diana’s statue (long erected…
By: Simon Perchik * To clear your lips –a simple wipe though once spread out your sleeve fills with shoreline follows on its own, washed with enormous wings shaken off the stale crumbs half sand, half seabirds half before each…
By: Winston Derden Old Friends She told him he would end alone, an old man with his books. He wrote that in a poem I read myself into with a grain of satisfaction, a forethought of acquiescence into the comfort…
By: KJ Hannah Greenberg Matters of Mens Rea The development of the Magna Carte, Impacted, evidentially, on Ivy League dorms, Raised the specter of fascinating topics, Including sedition’s prime witnesses. History reports resolved international conflict, Got noticed via Gutenberg projects,…
By: Deirdre Gainor The gull cried out as it swooped down in front of the child. She jumped back on the hard wet sand, tripped and landed on her bottom without taking her eyes from the bird. It dove its…
By: Paweł Markiewicz Attention: This manifesto has in itself a magic power and it can finally refute the communist manifesto (1847/48) and its successors in the form of communist states. It burns a peaceful campfire! I am part of the…
By: Michael Lee Johnson Chicago Street Preacher (V4) Street preacher server of the Word, pamphlet whore, hand out delivery boy, fanatic of sidewalk vocals, banjo strummer, seeker of coins, crack cocaine and salvation within notes. Camper on 47th from Ashland…