By: Marc Carver YOU FINISHED I thought I was finished then I saw the little dog sat on the table outside the pub he was licking the beer from the glass and when another couple came out his tail started…
By: Sedo Elijah Ebinne “I remember playing outside my house with my very good friend. It was afternoon and the clouds which shielded the hot rays of the sun were a dull ash. I knew that the rains anytime now…
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By: Sahaj Sabharwal Inner Voice is a voice Which expels when no choice. Tolerance is silent inside noise Which becomes dangerous crime’s base. Including burning heart cries Which ignites when blood dries. Tension reaches greater heights Which internally firmly bites….
By: Marcus Severns Drop That Heavy Load You gotta unwind Your shoe laces, And let a load off your chest By letting go of the tension With a large breath; Let it go. The weight of the world is on…
By: Constance Woodring skittering through the edges of your life. So tiny, and yet so much power do I have over the female gender. They are taught by the age of three to scream “EEK!” at the sight of me,…
By Alan Berger I certainly can’t blame you For throwing me out of our band Let us face the music I had a heroin addiction as big as the land Remember when they built that tour bus Just for our…
By: Mehreen Ahmed Late afternoon drizzles blighted the lights. Layered clouds, hung over in translucent folds. Dusky shadows fell upon a gully’s end. Next to this, a cinnamon farm lay stretched to the horizon. Tia Magnolia stood on this farm,…
By: Kevin O’Keeffe Streetlamp I’ve long admired him, This steely Atlas, Denying the dark its nightly ambition. He is like a footman, stiff With some serious duty. Trusted, and attentive. Are we so different, he and I? He eyes the…