By: Sushant Thapa Measure of Belief Take a stroll of faithAgain, the day is yours.Meet me on a fine mornI will greet you with my offerings.I do not forsake the emblems of loveLikewise, religion speaks to meOf an essence of…
By Dominic Tramontana Forks and knives clinked against the metallic trays in the mess hall. The observation window stretched along the outer wall revealing the empty void of space to all the crew mates. Every mealtime cycle was loud. After…
By: Jim Bates ***Morning dew sparklesTiny droplets glisteningRays of sunlight dance. *** Immense starry nightPassionate lovers embraceCorpuscles racing. *** Rocky shoreline agatesWaves lapping over caramel swirlsFrozen magna moment.
By: James Aitchison On the eve of destruction,can a poem stop a bomb?On the eve of destruction,can a rhyme save the world? Words won’t win wars,but they will survive,and like graveyard crosses,define the edges of civilization.
By: Del Lobo Part I: My parent’s home is all I know. It’s a familiar world but there is a paucity of space. Never mind our home, the whole city is over-populated. And the noise! The proximity of people, animals,…
By: Michael Summerleigh Somebody came through the door of the Rose & Crown and a slash of sunset snuck in with, knocked him blind for almost a minute, so he didn’t actually see her walking up to his table. The…
By: Debra N. Diener I have ridden on the Carousel of Happiness. I remember everything about it so clearly — —bright red/blue/green/gold/purple lights multiplying in number as they flashed off mirrors overhead and on every surface of the carousel, –…
By: Vandana Sharma As the night blankets the world,and stars sing a lullaby,insomnia’s heaven rises just right. The world is quiet,its silence- an elixir,for the hungry spirits,lost in the day – light. Night’s stillness,a refuge,for the countless thoughts,scattered away like…
By: Mubarak Said How I Will Visit My Ancestors a day will come,i may be seenon the mountain tops,like a hungry lionathirst for food.i will be there, not to hunt a game,but to see the thatched houses,down the hill.remember, if…
By: Padmini Krishnan “Sammy, our new housemaid is a guy.” I put my piano practice book down and looked at my 9-year old brother, Rex, trying to absorb what he said. “Are you kidding me? There are no male housemaids.”…