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‘Pickle’ and other poems

By: Annie Albright Pickle I pickled cucumbers that daybut as I was slicing the cucumbers I cut my thumband a drop of blood fell in the pickling liquida drop of salt in saltand I was remindedof the specimens in my…

The Bond

By: Vanaja Malathy          April and May always bring a lot of thrill, excitement, and anticipation of some magic to unfold. A month of summer holidays, a relief from the drudgery of completing the syllabus, examinations, paper corrections, and declaration…

Death Waits at the Gate

By: Leigh-Anne Burley Death waits at the gate, admission is free, and he is not picky. It’s tedious work, downright dull. After endless centuries, faces blur, but disasters and famines speed up the process. Longing to take a break, Death…

Four Winter Haiku

By: Jim Bates Sub-zero wind blowsIce crystals form on eyebrowsThoughts of spring prevail. Warm winter daydreamsBlue sky and bluebirds singingChase away the grey Sunshine through bare treesShadows on snowy crystalsStretching toward spring. Subtle shift in moodSorting flower seed packetsDreaming of…

Rainy Days

By Heather Park Rainy days can be sad and boring for many people. Your mom makes you stay inside because it is freezing, wet, and you might develop a cold. But activities like playing games, finding old household items in…

Oh, to be a Narcissist

By: David R. Topper Oh, to be a narcissistis to beoblivious to being wrongoblivious to making a mistakeoblivious to making slip upsoblivious to inadvertently offending someone Oh, to be a narcissistis even to beoblivious to apologizing for being apologetic Oh,…