By: Sayan Roy Life was very simple then. It was summer. Winds were blowing gently throughout. Animals were playing around, birds sang from branch to branch, and in the middle of the forest, we stood — two small saplings, wide-eyed,…
By: James Aitchison Be ruthless when casting awaydoubts and fears from the past.Haunted souls cling to the dark;yours is the sunlit path.Many fabrications surround the soul,and no one can have life on their terms.Peace and silence remove obstacles.In the twilight…
By: Bruce Levine Waiting through the daysSurroundings filled with mem’riesJoy to be regained In the wake of timeRivers flowing on their ownSailing with the tide
By: Jyotish Chalil Gopinathan Flash Burns A thick glass mask,fish gogglesstrapped to the face,you look like a cartoon villain —all you hope foris that the flare does not burninto your retina, singe nerve ends. My ways are different.I doom scroll…
By Mitali Chakravarty Blue House(Inspired by Luis’s art) Everyone has a dreamand mine is a blue houseagainst a blue sky. Thewalls might dissolve and I would be part ofa cloud wafting overthe sea. I would watchthe waves rise and ebb….
By: James Aitchison about Tristan Tzara (a DADA pantoum) sweep sweep clean he saidhe deemed works of art erasablelike words written in sand he saidthe zero degree of literature he deemed works of art erasablehe juxtaposed unrelated wordsthe zero degree…
Throughout the long lineage of classical poetry—spanning ancient Greece and Rome, classical Chinese verse, Sanskrit literature, medieval Persian ghazals, and the European poetic traditions—the flower stands as one of the most enduring and multilayered symbols. Simple in form yet rich…
By Douglas Young “How much longer before we get there?” Zelma asked from the back seat’s right window. “Yes!” Tucker exclaimed with one hand on the wheel and the other hitting the roof of his old car. “Thank…
By: Kenneth M. Kapp Less than a minute into their argument, Vern switched gears. “You men are all alike. All you ever want is meat and potatoes. It’s no big deal if I throw in a turnip just to broaden…
By: Debbie Tunstall A tissue, a tissuegifted mother to her son. In the end, it was also me.Then my little sister. ” Just as long as you wipe them, “insisting that no one sees. We were taught to swallow tears…