By Chinese Poet Hongri YuanTranslated by Yuanbing Zhang I Was Originally The God of the Gods I shall change seawater into honey， smelt the stone into the gold， The bitter is namely sweet， the sun is born from the womb…
By: Mariel Avecilla Apple of my Eyes The paradise wast did fill with— creatures, plants, floweth’rs in myriad div’rsity. each one possessing peculiar attributes, but all of those enthrall’d me not, f’r only one did seize mine own he’d and…
By: Samantha Lizardo All I Want to Do I’ll listen to your story As your soul peeks from your eyes All I want to do is say hi to you Oh, dear stranger I’ll lend you my shoulder As rivers…
By: Lucia van den Brink Veteran You are a war zone windows were broken doors kicked in bombs landed and now when glass falls doors slammed shut firework explodes You react as if you are at war again and you…
By William T. Hathaway In the early 1950s, as the newly developed hydrogen bomb cast its mushroom-shaped shadow of megadeath over the world, an aged Indian monk gave his young assistant a mission: create world peace and enlightenment by restoring…
Interviewed by: Carol Smallwood Mary Mackey, with a B.A. from Harvard College and a Ph.D. in Comparative Literature from The University of Michigan, is a New York Times bestselling author and award-winning poet. Maxine Hong Kingston noted: “Mary Mackey’s poems are…
By: Adam Kluger The green tongue of the monster was hard and spiky. The rubbery grey lips and dark hard outer shell were open, completely exposed. Ok. So my universal remote fell off the bed onto the hardwood floor and…
By: John Tustin DEFEATED A few days after the day When it all began for us You spoke to me, Hushed as if under house arrest And I could hear your voice Almost inaudible In my ear But clearly Nearly…
By: Linda M Crate you are no phoenix since you took things from me i can never have returned there’s only way to settle this, a life for a life; because an eye for an eye wouldn’t work i am…
By: David Jacobs Dennis stopped to scrape the gum off the sole of his shoe,”Damn! I hate this”. A faint sound, a muffled cry coming from the abandoned building in front of him. Dennis racked his gun and slipped…