By: Mike Turner We each live in prisonsOf our own designServing a sentenceFor crimes we have committedAgainst ourselves There are walls, bars, fencesAll to confine usInsuring personal pain is maintainedAffliction is ongoingHappiness and peace are excluded Days stretch to months…
By: Sushant Thapa Disguise Trace the mind in disguise,Lies and truths both need utterance.Only what is devised has layers of meanings.It’ll be a camouflage if a psychiatrist uses a stethoscopeBecause it is a physician and specialist who actually needs one.The…
By: Raj Ratan Mala “It’s just a phase”Sure,Like ignorance could get reality erasedThe way coming outAdded motives to count me outJudging if its my “taste”.Sin?Absolutely,When they crawled under my skinSomeone whisperedLoving is a blessingLoving genderfree,A curse within;A prince kissing a…
By: Christopher Johnson Grandmother Newman and I were walking in the dense, mysterious, almost impenetrable woods that brooded across the street from our house, and my tiny hand was embedded in hers, and her skin felt like dry, smooth…
By: David Patten It didn’t really matter to Lamar. It was good to get the A express, but usually he just rode the first B or C local that pulled into the 125th Street station. The platform was less…
By: Suveeksha Viswanathan A towering ceiling fan,an untrustable axle,making my slumbermy last. A rope cast round their neck,felicitous ants floatingon a jar full of honey. A placid, vile snake you were,warm, loving scales coiling,I the hen unaware. A frolicking raven…
By: Jessabele Gorozon Bentazal Creation Covering is darkness,Then here comes the greatest artist.Well done, the ambience has transformed,From chaos comes peace.Then, from among the ashes,A masterpiece was born. ### A Sacrifice Punished but innocent,Nailed without a sin,Alone, he welcomes deathTo…
By: Arthur Russell A pigeon pursued by a shadowshot the gap between buildingslike a fighter plane from the early suntoward my balcony.Its skull rang the double panewith a metal clang, and it fellto the concrete floor, its grey chest heaving….
By: Ethan Goffman I was in the doldrums, unable to write, unable to conceive anything fresh or profound, anything worth saying in the least. My mind was blank, the computer screen was blank, everything was frozen, frozen and I wondered…
By: Enda Boyle Mermaids Before the sightings came the radar pingsand the lovely songs on the whale sonarThen came the first fleeting glimpses.Rumours were passed among fishermenof flickering figures on the wave’s crest Eventually a mermaid was discoveredon a busy…