By: Moulay Cherif CHEBIHI HASSANI It rains on the sheets of the half-opened notebookLaying there before you, now useless,When inspiration, in infertile tears,pours its solitude into your heart in winter… From the edge of the inkwell a feather fliesAnd the…
By Justin Permenter There will come a last songA requiem for the passing of an ageIts melody will echo across the great gulf of timeAnd testify to the bright beginning and wretched end of our kind There will come a…
By: Roger G. Singer THE OUTSIZE OF LIFE walkingin the skinof day,under the flightof a summer sun shoes covered witha solemn dustwhile searchingfor a balancebetween lands knowing somewherein the shapeof a city or towntraffic is moving as a crossing shadowstirs…
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