By: Ram Govardhan Hey handsome gravedigger,at this spine-tingling witching hour,you’re digging an oblong ditch,for the frail, blood-soaked bodyof the sweet, rose-cheeked girlkilled by her dashing husband,who says he is a master mariner,back from the Andaman sea,after months, on a long…
By LA Robbins Thanks for everything. It was fun. Stay in touch. Waiting patiently at the train station. All good. A tiny snort of air escaped her nostrils as Sara read the text. His message said it all. Except…
By: Stephen McGhee Chimney Souls Porter spit sizzles upon the coalsI half engaged through inward eyeSoon released as chimney soulsTo dance with like in Dublin sky. To stoke this world a poker turnsAn ambers life to reigniteHypnotised by burning thoughtsI…
By Debra J. White The hijab (also known as a headscarf) came one by one after I said the Shahada, or conversion of faith to Islam in March 2015. Print hijabs, cotton hijabs, silky smooth hijabs and several I bought…
By: Chris Calcara We recognize moments when we know that something awful is about to happen, and nevertheless hope a miracle will intervene. There follows a paralyzing pause and then, the inescapable wallop. CRASH! We met the day my El…
By: Mickey J. Corrigan White Night So I drive the van to the interstateand pull over by an overpasstake the M16from the back,stick a flag in the barrel. Yeah, it’s loaded. I’m loadedand my eyes are on fire. Sun’s roaring…
By: Lynn White Players The orchestra are tuned upready in their uniformblack costumesdressed so asnot to distractfrom the musicor the on stage dramadressed for invisibility. And those on stage are dressedfor the parts they’re playing,dressed for performancedressed to be noticeddressed…
By: Christopher Johnson We’re walking through the Cook County Forest Preserves,The Palos Preserves,Which sprawl southwest of Chicago,Like a beastly wilderness of hidden flora and fauna.The path humps up and down like the tail of a dragon—A trail benighted and spooked,…
by: Mohammad Jashim Uddin This morning somehow I felt lonely as I could not pay my concentration anywhere else. Then I was listening to Rabi Tagore’s ‘If no one comes to hear your call, then go alone./ Let’s go alone,…
By: Edwin Olu Bestman verily I say unto you/love should be a democracy/of the people/ by the people/ & for the people these are truths/stolen from the lips of a broken pavement/its smile trapped in cobwebs I am writing for…