By: Jim Bates Train whistle blowingClicitty clacking alongChasing the sunset. Hot summertime bluesHigh heat and humidityLike a sauna. Deep into JulyGardens bright in hot sunshineSummer in full bloom. Summertime sunriseHazy orange sun looks ominousHot heat kind of day.
By John Grey BREAKDOWN USA We’re broken down in the middle of nowherethough you insist this is Iowa.I no longer believe in mapslike I no longer have faith hi American manufacturing.A ribbon of smoke rises from the car’s engine.I imagine…
By: Miss Debbie Ann Tunstall. Would they notice the fogsettling, brushed lightly over my punnet? Maybe if I become older, wiserthey’ll buff me finely until I shine. If I cracked, would they care, mend me back together with surgical hands?…
By: Khaiam Yousof and this land is covered with yellow and blue flowers dancing in the wind.Can you hear laughter echoing through the empty streets of Kharkiv and Odesa, instead of the screams of bombs and the howling of rockets?…
By: Cariou Wen Yan was born in the 22nd year of the Daoguang era of the ancient China Qing dynasty (1842) in Jixi County, Anhui Province. He grew up in a poor family, and his parents passed away when he…
By: Pramod Rastogi Wistful Horizons Frail in the sirens of health,Withdrawn in pensive silence,I was a shadowed figure,A whisper in the din of social lives,Until the day she walked in,And friendship bloomed between us,Seemingly eternal,Like a dream turned tangible. I…
By: Rehanul Hoque After flunking in his exam and undergoing a failed relationship, one fine morning Ravi boarded a ship and set off for somewhere unknown- from Mumbai to Colombo. It should be a fresh start, a new turn in…
By James Aitchison His beguiling smile gave him the appearance of a doting uncle. “He wouldn’t even kill a chicken,” his friends said. But beneath the façade, Pol Pot was a mass murderer. His genocidal regime caused the deaths of…
By: Ignatius Fernandez For it is in pardoning we rise above animals. It is in forgiving we find our human nature – Joe Mannath. Some years ago, in a city on the West Coast of the US, Julian Motheral was…
By: Yucheng Tao Where cold windcuts throughthe swaying treesbeneath black cloudsfloribundagrandifloraminiature roses bloomall over the garden—but the rose i seek is not herehummingbirdsrest in beams of lightbut i only want to hear god’s whisper after i was cast out i…