By: Jayashabari Shankar Spotted with yellow and brownI roam the savannah till sundown,I am a tough and strong creature,But they admire only one feature-My long sturdy neck. They come in flocks to my home,Hoping to see me roam,“Ooh” and “aahs”…
By: Anpa Marndi Requiem for the Death of Humanity After asphyxiating all the facts, with chunksof deceptive darkness, you’ve dabbedeveryone’s eyes with black kohl. In the land of the bones—-the numb bodiesthe unrebellious, innocent docile mindsare coffined in the water…
By: Ken W. Simpson Pride The nurses don’t strollthey stride resolutely and proudly. *** Boneyard Welcome to zombielandwhere old crones mingle to die in silence. ### The Treadmill Time is the mediumwe work with a method each day.
By: Kathryn Holeton From Grain to Fruit The sweet, fresh air lingers on open fingertipsGently caressing, gently raisingGiving birth to words from open lipsBringing in dark clouds laden with rainLike a captain to his ship-with the purpose of growing fruit…
By: Earl Smith She opened the door just enough. He was lying on his back snoring softly. She listened to the rhythm of his breathing. It was shallow but slow and steady. His hands were outside the blanket and folded…
By: Christian Ward Cuttlefish We wear the ocean for haute couturebut have upside down McDonald’s archesfor eyes in an unexpected show of humility.Misunderstood? You bet. We feed budgieswith the bones of our dead but few understandour enjoyment of aquatic flight,…
By: Erik Priedkalns The Nap I woke up from a dreamy nap.Not beautiful dreamy,but a slashing scene withshortness of breath, sweat drenched face,heart scooping sadness.I saw the boys when they were young,heard their blind faith chatter,relived the time before the…
By: Michael Gigandet No one agreed if the dog apprehended his destruction or if he “never seen it comin’” like old man Forrest said. The old man had the best view from his bench outside the courthouse where he spent…
By: Paarmita Vedi Grandma and the Memories of Octobers A dense foliage of five auburn OctobersSpecked with dirty honey-brown nuts.On and Within.Daadi picks them up in her straw basket.Her soft dimpled feet kiss the lush crimson leaves.Leaves in sinful scarlet…
By: Cailey Tarriane His devious little body could be swept away by the ocean like a cat playing with a mouse. My brother’s feet would try to push deep in the sand, Mother and Father grabbing his skinny, numb-with-cold arms….