By: Ken W. Simpson To understand why so much money was wasted – and so much time spent investigating nothing – we have to go back to the Obama administration – when both Obama and Hillary Clinton were using private…
By: Ken W. Simpson Demons are founddining greedilyabove groundon ghoulish soupfresh flesh fingerssanctimonious syrupboiled bigotfresh flesh fingerspedophile pigstuffed hypocrisywith promiscuityas the devil’sdessert.with I scream.
By: Annapurani Vaidyanathan Hope likes to slither away into the shadows. It loves to sleep beneath greying clouds until a ray of sunshine knocks its socks off and floods the sky with rainbows. It needs you to dot the i’s…
By: Andrew Campbell The following was written as I stood on a hidden hill off the Natchez Trace Parkway, about four miles into an overgrown trail. It remains, and will always remain, as it was when I scribbled it on…
By: Ed Nichols I still remember the last words my mother said to me. “Horace, get out of the rain! Get your butt up on this porch and…” she grabbed her throat, let out a low groan, and just dropped…
By: Paweł Markiewicz there are finitely October-idesmeek shooting stars – the friends of nighttimehave fallen aforethe visit of themorning star – the boon VenusI was able to feel theireyesome miraculous silencea dreamier eviternitybelongs to meI can think of its waking…
By: Samuel Ekanem As Mushood stood up under a cashew tree, where he’s been squatting for the past thirty minutes, a snag from the tree poked into his hair. Before then he’d held up his brown chinous trousers, toddled a…
By: Elinor Clark Fret A strange misfitted longing I neatly fold awaypairing memories as socks beforeI place them, tidy, in the drawer. You fret too much, you always saidlike the seasoggy brume cleaving blue.Think too hard and of coursethings look…
Reviewed by William T. Hathaway The Supreme Awakening: Experiences of Enlightenment Throughout Time — And How You Can Cultivate Them is the ultimate guide to higher states of consciousness. This latest book from Craig Pearson presents inspiring experiences from mystics…
By Bill Arnott Alfred Wallis I drop to a knee, graveside. Behind me blue-green water thrashes unseen reefwith granite stacks and blackened blocks of basaltsending streamers strafing skywardtowering ivory ribbons splashing frothy whitereversing ocean-liner celebration out to sea The grave…