By: James Aitchison (a pantoum) dada doubts everythingwe were all dada before dadarebel against bourgeois society they saidrebel against the human condition itself we were all dada before dadadada will amount to nothing nothing nothingrebel against the human condition itselfsweep…
By: Faisal Khan Trust the Rain In the heart of the desert,fairy shrimp mate, lay their eggs, and bury them in the sand.The act is brief—mere days.The adults do not survive,but the eggs remain.Waiting in silence. Waiting in faith.Sometimes for…
By: Suman Mondal There’s a quiet peace in melancholy,lying on a warm, water-soaked pillow,whooping silently, a fragile halo on face.The Moon is so dear today! Stay away! The night is ephemeral.Where is life? Weak bones coveredby the agonies of experience…
By Douglas J. Lanzo Painted Beauty Cruelly Ensnared In memory of the scores of endangered painted dogswho have succumbed to illegal poacher snaresin the African savannah She is free and lithe,and full of life,playing between forays;on savannah richwith wildlife,colored by…
By: Carl Papa Palmer she won’t read firstor lastor read after this poetor before that one informs our hostesswhere to list hermost often number four when called to readacts surprisedgathers her paperstakes her timeto the podium at the podiumsorts through…
By: Christopher Johnson Wachusett Mountain in central Massachusetts is one of the most climbed mountains of North America. The name “Wachusett” is derived from the language of local Native Americans and likely means “mountain-place.” This modest mountain is only…
By: Douglas Young “All rise. Hear ye, hear ye. The Municipal Court of Daniel Govan County is now in session with the Honorable Judge Alonza Reeves presiding. God save America and this Honorable Court. Amen. You may be seated,”…
By Henry Simpson I went to the beach that day to collect Jack, my father, who had befriended a homeless man name Moses. I found them sitting at a picnic table, drinking booze while girls in bikinis played volleyball on…
By: Ramprasath “Let’s say I start a Math Antakshari. That is, one problem leads to another problem, and so on. How quickly can each of you provide the answers?” Math professor Nana asked. “In one minute,” Deena replied instantly. Yuvan…
By: Krin Van Tatenhove I’m a big fan of John RC Potter’s writing, so I was excited to open his recent novella, The General Store at Four Corners. It’s one of three pieces featured in Body Lines, an annual…