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Month: April 2021

Robin in the Hood

By: Ken Kapp Nibor always got things wrong, which at times embarrassed the other robins no end. He was always late and never stopped complaining that the other birds should have waited for him. “Give me a break. It’s not…

Soulmate

By Ranjit Kulkarni Ten Thousand rupees for every boy she evaluated as her prospective groom was not bad. Six months back, Sanjana’s father had relented to this arrangement. It was a nice new source of income for her. She had…

‘Today’ and other poems

By: Marion Horton Today I come up here to think.The burn on my legs,As my muscles heave me up the steep slope,Keeps me earthed, focussed.It reminds me that whatever elseI am alive, tellurian. I bring my snags and doubts.Sometimes they…

Bromine

By: James Bates It had snowed overnight so driving the city streets was tricky. My old Honda Civic slid through a couple of stop signs before I made myself lighten up on the gas petal. Hard to do, though. I…

Clementine Was An Artist

By Marcella S. Meeks      In the early 1800’s, there lived a girl named Clementine Hunter. She lived with her family at the Melrose plantation located near Natchitoches, Louisiana.      A plantation is a large farm where crops are grown,…

All the people

By: Alan Berger If you try real hardYou still can not see them in the airBut they are still thereIf you try real hardYou can not hear them right thereHeyI never saidIt is fair All the people and petsThat loved…

America

By: Jacob Yasha Soffer You have confusedAbandonment with freedomSelf involvement with self reflectionRight to medical care with right to be entertainedPolitics with sportsCivilians with costumersYou have confusedThe world with yourself Jacob Yasha Soffer was born in 1979 in the Bronx,…

Song of the Madman

By: Deogratias Kagali Thinking hit me to the coreNothing straight passes in.Trapped, in a ‘door-less’ roomRound and round, I keep goingHitting hard on its wallsBruising my body, head to toe. The only vision I see is abstractNon-tangible, non-sensible.My feet numb,…

‘Chess Tactics’ and other poems

By Douglas J. Lanzo Chess TacticsGambit, exchange, sacrifice,veiled subterfuge to entice,the relinquishment of position,in return for short-lived attrition;Conceiving multiple moves ahead,capricious impulse is put to bed,springing traps and double attacks,halting pawn storms in their tracks;Developing pieces with precision,foreseeing weaknesses with…