By: Hannah Retallick Jonty wanted a goldfish. Harriet had been allowed one when she turned eight. Father told Jonty it was a huge responsibility to look after another living thing, not one to be taken lightly, and he would have…
By Abu IshaqueTranslated by: Md. Saber -E- Montaha A small house in a small town. A pair of sparrows used to dwell in a hole in the north-facing wall of that house. One day they had gone to the meadow to…
By: Paweł Markiewicz The springtide wakes up not only in dreams.The snowdrops blooming in the moony garths.One listens the propitious paradise.The dearest graylag geese coming in flocks. I think of genus Primula from afar.The wild boar piglets were born in…
By: Gregory J Powell Hamartia Son of John,Animal’s eyes;Sees the wold,And never cries. Daughter of Heaven,And daughter of Earth;Already present,At History’s birth. Yesterday is merely a tutor,Aorist future;The trees blur to become the jungle. Immortality in retrospect,Past imperfect;She alone remembers…
By Kyle Serro A knock on the door in the night was what woke him up. He looks out of the window and sees someone dark and goes outside to see who it is. No one is outside, so…
By: K. A. Williams I Missed the Snow Most winters there is enough snowfallfor sledding and building snowmen.And the glistening snow is so brightunder the nighttime orange sky, you cansee everything outside like it is daylight.This past winter, there was…
By: Angela Moore Broken Podiums Anxiety glides over frost bitten emotions.Skimming her internal rink caked with cracks.Scraping to and from with cruel indifference.And synchronized with melodic cries of defeat.A truly haunting performance starring….A shattered skater.Desperately eyeing fool’s gold on broken…
By: John Grey FOR PROTECTION You’ve been instructed not to run.Or scream. Or fight.Just talk.Appeal to his better nature.Or act crazy.Pretend you’re a pigeonwith a broken wing.Gobble gobble gobbleand make believeyou can’t raise your right arm.Or say something likeGod is…
By: April Mae Berza I started writing when I found out about the national hero of the Philippines crafting verses at an early age. That time, I told myself I will follow his footsteps. When I realized I could never…
By: N.B. Yomi A thirteen year old boy with sleek blue hair and eyes, dressed in a short sleeved shirt, and shorts sat on a boulder. He sat next to a girl with long brown hair and green eyes, as…