By: Scott Thomas Outlar Alkalizing Spirit Pineal gazingto quiet the mindand usher consciousnesstoward a single pointof higher awareness beyond the frantic processof thinking in circlespetting the egoand arguing with selfuntil silence eventuallywins center stage Solitary excursioninto the depthsoffers expansionoutside the…
By: Yahuza Usman My Feverish Pen was wallowing in its misery,small enough to subdue its melancholy,bright enough to throw into reliefthe dark plastic that cluttered it. i learned that much rage was crawlingtogether with its flooded inktrying to fetch a…
By: Mary Bone The Age of Innocence It was the age of innocence,In our younger years.You could see it everywhere.We wished we could go back there.Lines were in a swirl, interwoven.The tree still holds memories,between the lines. ### Turning Over…
By: S. Berenstein Michelle decided on Victoria’s Secret solely because it was in the middle of a crowded shopping area. Clutching a large woven bag and carrying her leather purse over her shoulder she tried to strike a casual air…
By Mason Yates Although he had seen lots of things in Afghanistan (a Boeing CH-47 Chinook shot with a rocket-propelled grenade in midair, his best friend’s head blown off by a sniper, and a comrade’s leg ripped apart by an…
By: Paweł Markiewicz I am a mournful-sublime sparkgentle such elysian seraphic wingsa glimmer that flies above the delicate homelandI the twinkling come from balmy Luther’s starsan orb which is enchanting-comfortable the paradise full glitter persists not far from methe lights…
By: Natalie Blake The first time the fox appeared, I’d been twenty-three and hiking with my father. My boots were two sizes too small and pinched at the ankle, so I’d rested against a pine tree to drink. The lid…
By: Chen Ruizhe Standing on the yellow earth and looking at the traces of ancestorsThink back to the cultivator who was and is nowIf there’s a big movie by one personAlmost call it a rich farmer Read the books and…
By: Ramzi Albert Rihani Unscathed When the wind blows in directions, North and SouthAnd the earth vibrates like echoes in a chorus When belief becomes the envy of the skepticAnd doubt takes center stage on the altar of piety When…
By: Jim Bates A stuffed animal?No not to the young boyMore than a Christmas giftShe was soft oh so softFluffy and whiteCuddly secureHe called her Snowflake. Sick in the hospitalBright lights glaringMonitors beepingShe kept him companyThankfullyUnrelentingly lonelinessDeepest darkest nightLong hours…