By: Gulshan Ara Honoring all the refugees around the world who are trying to escape man made terror, devastation, and starvation as the families divided & lost; In America, parents of children separated at border in Mexico under Donald Trump…
By: S.A. Red There was a house behind the hillThey say it was hauntedBy human beingsThey were alive unlike the childThe mother of two killedShe didn’t need to hideBecause no one knewWhat happened that nightI didn’t need a body to…
By: Richard LeDue Blunt Trauma The poems have gonequiet,like breathless swearingthat only exists in your headafter dropping a couch on your toe,but you still clear space in your living roombecause what are Saturday afternoons for?Finding crumbs everyone forgot about,only to…
By: Sultana Raza Part 1 Was that woman one of the Muses, or a goddess? Would an Amazon who’d indulged in the trivial pursuit of walking the ramp be punished when she got back home? Could one spot the Three…
By: Ian C. Smith Leave’s End Her, crushed to his brass buttons, khaki,a tableau I longed to see again.I stared at him, a stranger to me.Her crushed to his brass buttons, khaki,at our opened door where I could seethrough a…
By: Todd Mercer Listen up, ass-hats. I mean, friends. We’ve been wandering in circles like morons for forty years on what should’ve been a two-week hike, maximum. Life is short and this has been a giant waste of our prime…
By: Annapurna Sharma MY HEART TRAPPED… I mused –my story was no differentfrom the one my grandma croonedin my baby years,about the Mantrik and his hearttrapped in a wee bird,in a cage. When I first saw her –she made me…
By William T. Hathaway Our world now writhes like a wounded worm, helplessto escape its torment, blindto the cause but blaminga bug: “Stop it, stomp it, strangle it!Too late – inside us, breeding into billions of bugs!Kill them, poison them!But…
By: Jake Cosmos Aller Good-Bye 2021 Good Riddance Reflecting on the last six yearsOne cannot but senseThat momentous thingWere happening everywhere 2021 was worst than 2020And the year before as wellNonstop terrifying events The world seemsTo be spending outOf control…
By: James Aitchison The poem came in the night,out of the stilly darkness,each word crystalline,each line exact,the whole effect polished,perfect, perfect!,I dare say edible,hovering a millimeterbeyond my consciousness;but with the dawncame the blankness,the poem’s absence palpablein the streaky light.