By: Angela Moore Helping by Healing I want to be better…than the person I’ve become.To shed this plastic shelland burn it in the flames of my truth.To saturate my soul with prideand humility.…to help this worldby healing myself.### You Are…
By: Taiwo Oluseye Odesanya Mourning a dead lover To love is to reply to a text- smiling like an idiot,To be a comedian and a painter;Cracking jokes and painting smiles,To watch her from afar andWhisper prayers under your breath,Love is…
By: Renee Chen You were the one who told me about the ancient tale from China, about two lovers who died for each other. That night, we were sitting on the cold roof of our school building, looking out into…
By: Debendra Lal The Revolt I slashed the tonguethe two eyes started revolting.I scooped the two eyes outthe two hands started revolting.I cut off the two handsthe two legs started revolting.Then I disfigured the two legsthe head with no eyesand…
By Cailey Tarriane I pinch myself to stay awake, the flesh that isn’t marked with wounds. My senses on alert, my eyes vaguely making out Petra’s shadowy figure. My eyes have adjusted to the small room for a long while,…
By: Bill Griffin Save Three yellowjackets have gatheredto worship a dead mouse.They are jealous of their god –if you nudge the mouse with a stickthey will sting you. We all fly to that which we hopewill save us. What if…
By: Arthur Turfa The Lament of Heloise So deep in the labyrinth of my heartechoes of your voice leave a joyous sound.Not even the pain of when we had to partcompels me to regret the love we found. Within the…
By: Thabi Moeketsi The dancing mango leaves have suddenly changed into Goliaths. Minutes before Pontso had laughed and played, peace all around. She looks up and screams, “HELP ME LORD.” It’s breakfast time but Pontso Modike is miles away from…
By: James Aitchison Fear not for the children.The wheel spinsand gives new soulsnew paths to walk.Every life is taken from this earthat an appointed timeas part of its eternal series.The younger life is often taken first,because it has ascended faster…
By: Dennis Vannatta Gus Penders had been born and raised and at the age of fifty-nine still lived in the Belle Harbor section of Queens, New York, but he felt set apart from other natives of the area due to…