By: Steve Lightbody Sonnet no. 16 In fire’s dancing glow the summer shinesWhen sun is down and Bella Luna laughsWith silver warmth which dries the blind-man’s bathIn which we bathe when Earth to night inclines.When days grow long at solstice’s…
By Douglas J. Lanzo Dedicated to Vasiliy Lomachenko Commanding respect in the ringthroughout his entire career,with punishing precision,instilling opponents with fear; Two Olympic golds to his name,five world titles in three belts,a nearly unblemished recordthat 400 amateurs felt; Dubbed “The…
By: Christina Chin unbuttoning a red jacketladybird piercing dronesa twilight cicada keeps company buzzing around the fish stallsummer flies dodging the fan’s breezea fly swatter a falling preyrolls into the antlion’s trap crumbs laden convoyant trail night gardena spider accelerates…
By Paul Dickey “it is these wall you understanddear they paper thin and I’malways afraid we are fallingthrough the floors buy I amthe first to admit that Georgeon occasion comes home a bittoo drunk but who could bea better father…
By: Richard LeDue “Discombobulated Again” An old song sounds new again,taking me backto being in high school again,when I heard it for the first timeas we drove around with nowhere to goand believed the music wouldn’t ageus, but it did,so…
By Shriraj More Pune, June 2025 — Early Morning Vedika heard the rain before she saw it. A shy, uncertain sound at first—like fingertips tapping lightly against a glass jar. It came from behind the neem tree that shadowed her…
By: Debbie Tunstall My waist dips in like a cratered zit,starved from 21st century slimming. One chunk of chocolate- clanked between my teeth. I put on clothes that idealisea raging sea, But no one see’s.No one see’s. At home later…
By: Seyyed Mohammad Javad Mousavi It was a night like any other. The wealthy, with full stomachs and full pockets, slept the sleep of kings, while the office workers, with their meager wages—half-satisfied, half-starved—had somehow drifted off to sleep anyway….
By: Garry Fourman On a dreary Friday afternoon during my second month in Fiji, heavy rain began falling just as I was leaving the university. I was feeling a bit stressed—frustrated by the weather, communication challenges with some students, faculty,…
By: David Sapp And That Was Enough Uncle WayneOwned Ron’s PizzaFed other peopleCheese and pepperoniPies for forty yearsAnd that was enough Uncle StanDrudged at Pond TireSwapping out other people’s tiresNew recap whitewalls snow tiresThen lugged heavy tanksOf propane to warmOther…