By: Jerry Durick Runaway Dog What do you say when she runs away?You run after her of coursecalling her name and promisesand to stop.You can see the future evolve asyou run –this will happen, then that.Everyone is a stranger at…
By: Luis Cuauhtémoc Berriozábal Transatlantic Song Singing childvoice of airand wind. Night of starshalf-moon likea breast. Evening birdsmimic thechild’s song. Ocean breezeswirls and joinsthe birds. Takes the child’ssong acrossthe sea. ### Out of the Shadows Sleeping in shadows,rocked to sleepby…
By: The Birch Twins I watched the gnarled hand pour the wine. He licked his lips and concentrated on pouring, his brow furrowed. My stomach heaved. Whether it was due the ship pitching on the seas, or the smell of…
By: Cristina DeSouza Hospice Night goes high,filled with gentle moaning,the calmness of death approaching.Her eyes semi-shut, while reality’s by my side.I examine the body whose soul isgetting ready to leave it: coldand tender, it’s about to shed its suffering away….
By Nancy Machlis Rechtman The images have been seared into our brainsOf babies ripped away from the arms of their mothersAnd fathersAnd children sobbing in cagesWhen the most primal of bonds were severedBy maliceAnd indifference. Those seeking asylum chose to…
By: Matthew Dube Kim and David weren’t from Coaling. They hadn’t even lived in Coaling their whole professional lives. David had taught at another school, states away, long enough to earn tenure; Kim wasn’t just a bottle swabber but had…
By: Alex Andy Phuong A reason without passionCould result in deceptionAnd destruction.Restraining oneselfAs The Great Library of AlexandriaBurns like the romantic lifeOf CleopatraModern heroinesLike Elle WoodsReveal the possibleAs wisdom helps determineThe philosophical,And living lifeWith both honesty and sincerityWhile respectingLimitations realistically
By: Karoline Wimmer A rolling tidecannot hide,in the worst of dreams,it lights the matchthat sets the fireto the darkest of desires. If seas had been sweeterthan the fairest of all ladies,they would have metwith great contemptthe most hunch-backed of all…
By: Amb. Maid Corbic AWAKENING OF DIVERSITY It’s spring; inanimate nature is suddenly astonishedTo his character who brings fresh air from a distanceWaking my eyes squinting from winter hibernationIn the stage of madness; I walk across my roomTo see the…
By: Anthony Ward It was not a sun day like its namesake. Instead the sky was overburdened with cloud. The rain that was forthcoming remained so. Though today that suited Dan down to the ground. He had hoped for…