By: John Best Summer nights in Trestavere, Death andTime enjoy an espresso together.Why not? They can’t hurt each other. But thatnight, down one street twisted, now a secondstreet dank, then a third so narrow, in ahouse whose door is dark…
By: J. K. Durick Empty What happens in a tourist town when there are no tourist left.The restaurants and tour boats are empty or almost,there are a few locals and families to help keep upappearances, but empty is what empty…
By Robt. Emmett Doris and Bert were standing on my veranda when I awoke. I hadn’t seen either of them in nearly two decades. Why now, I wondered? “Are you going to ask us to sit?” Bert asked. “Yeah, sure,”…
By: Linda Imbler The Most Beautiful Life The only thing needed to improve the world: To read and reread the book of love,to remember the most beautiful things we do,and how we do them in the most beautiful way. Our…
By: Shruti Mishra The Age of Experience I stepped in utter innocenceThere I stumbled with mere arroganceI sighed at my presenceI was unaware of reverence I learned these peculiarities with experienceI gained this knowledge of enhancementWorld has become disillusioned of…
By: Victor Azubike Drag racing- rapid accelerationThe orbit spinsAnd spiralsOn the cartwheels. Effervescence:MassAnd moleculeProportionately in motion. Flashbacks – flashforwardsNimble fingeredEyes on the dashboardEars on the ground for sound- Hapless drunken staggerOn the interstateFated fate on Sunday eveningSurge back and swift…
By: Stephen Kingsnorth The Repair Shop Reframe the past to present view,redeem the thread, death-broken skein,returning swans, the flock in flight,generations through nation’s life;some stranger kindness, rescued hope,surprised by grace, not just deserts,an image, how it was with love –or…
By: Rohit Gupta It was his solitude, his ocean of tranquility;as if he wanted to get drowned in it everyday;fighting with the demons inside, and never letting go of them;became a constant companion like the eternal bond they shared;holding the…
By: Karoline Wimmer Night and Vice When night breaksto all Christian viceslet me dance under the moonlightand feel the shame wash into me.As I scatter myself through pocketsof grass, in slums of ice inthe belly of the beast. The joyful…
By: Abdullah Usama Matthew Arnold, famous English poet and critic, had a peculiar perception that only the art of poetry has the worthiness to sustain a culture or civilization through its beauty and truth as he asserts, ‘Poetry is the…