By: Sreeja Naskar love’s womb was never mine the first time love touched me,i bit my tongue until itbled.(red on red. no one noticed.) a piece of it in the gutter—fat raindrops swallowing it whole.slick with someone else’s goodbye. another…
By: Torsaa Emmanuel Oryiman Why would life be so unfair to me? What have I done to deserve all this pain, abandonment, and hardship? Sometimes I sit alone, lost in the quiet hum of the night, questioning every breath I…
By: Plamen V. The ink, a whispered, silent plea,To words that dance and soar with glee.A symphony of thoughts, untold,In stories spun, both brave and bold. From ancient scrolls, a whispered charm,To modern tales, a vibrant arm.The poet’s craft, a…
By: Bruce Levine She walked blindly into the room as if she’d been there before, but she knew that she hadn’t. And yet there was a faint memory of an aroma that seemed to hover somewhere in the atmosphere and…
By: Bruce Levine Upper East Side The Hamptons Aspen, Colorado The plastic people Follow each other Moving in herds Like cattle to the Slaughter Drifting Floating Shifting focus From one charity eventTo another Whatever’s trendy Whatever’s fashionable Whatever’s happ’ning Whatever’s…
By: James Aitchison You only haveyourself to fear.For all manner ofthings which areset downare set down.All tasks have beenchosen and dispensed,each according to theday and the time,and the self andthe mind.Turmoil exists onlyon the fringes,and knowledge of yourtrue self will…
By SAYEEDIN The hit of weapons : Intensification of misery.Intensification of the long-term agonies.The amplitude of the negative sensation.Reduction of the symphonic tones.Disclosure of the barbaric attitude.Declination of the holy strength of inner-sight.The collapse of the progressive farsighted outlook.An acquaintance…
By C. A. Broadribb Given the times, you slip a blue cloth mask on over your nose and mouth before venturing out of the front door. Then you notice how bright and sunny it is and pop back inside to…
By: Ute Carson Life-Giving Mana Breath in the steamfrom the empty cup between us,porcelaine-made, blue, gold-rimmed.Toss in your questions,not tea leaves,and let silence brewinto answers.Breathe easy, breathe freely,then fill to the brim with red wineand you are fully nourished. Sterntaler…
By: Andrew Nickerson Many names are synonymous with brilliance, yet just as many subsequently faded because of factors like changing attitudes or evolving society norms. However, there’s one notable exception: Sun Tzu, author of The Art of War, history’s most consistently…