By: Bill Portela Democrats, Republicans, liberals, and conservatives. Whites, Blacks, Asians, or Hispanics. Smothered-harried workers, or instead, yacht-basking hedge fund managers behind gated communities. With which of these extended-virtual clans do we associate? Oh, that’s right. We human-types are pinnacle…
By: Varnika Goel It’s strange how I lie down.I face the wall alwaysOtherwise if I face leftI feel the lingering lonelinessFew words escape my mouthWithout moving a centimetreIn dark I let my mellow mouth moveI force out voice from wind…
By: Jimlad Abdullateef HOPEYou are a broken shadowShattered into prickling pieces with no weapon to muster it.Your eyes are empty, Tears of anguish roll down your cheek.You could not see anything fruitful but darkness,Silence steals your heartAs the windstorm swirls…
By Gaither Stewart What might have been and what has been Point to one end, which is always present. Footfalls echo in the memory Down the passage which we did not take…. T.S. Eliot 1. After Alessandra…
By: Jon Petruschke In the darkonly my handssee you. Trail of clothesto yoursmall patch of meadow. Slidingyour pink jewelon my ring finger. Summer scorcherher t-shirtwears her. Country fair contestbehind the tent, showing offwhat she’s grown. In her hipsshe feelshis storm…
By: John F Zurn Uriel Fox enjoyed his many discussions with his fellow citizens of Newton. Nearly every evening, he’d meet group retirees and enjoy coffee and stimulating conversation. One afternoon when some seniors suggested that he should run for…
By: Lynn White Breathless In this new societyof masks and miasmaswe are being suffocatedwith pillows of powerand prejudice,hardly hidden,in the institutionswe were told would protectus all.Some of usbelieved it. But the old masks are off now,forced off the face by…
By: Wei-Chih Eudela The Window The windows are said to be the eyes of a homeI like viewing into them when I am all aloneBecause they give me a short glimpse of the sceneryThe things that enter my eyes and…
By: Abdul Hadi Haleemah I wonder and wander,Through the thickest part of,the forest with thorny trees,In search of the meaning of this haven; life I swam the depths of the seaand asked the mermaid“what is life?”Her answer didn’t satisfy my…
By: Dennis Vannatta It had been Roger Barr who phoned the office, but it was his wife, Connie, who answered Earl’s knock on the door. “Roger can’t talk to you right now, Sheriff,” she said. “He’s too upset.” …