By: Alan Berger The sky is fallingLike broken glassThe past is crawlingUp my ass The streets I strollAbducted my soulAnd took awayMy jelly roll The waves in oceansThat I may never seeAre spelling my nameAnd calling for me But what…
By: Euphonious Poet “Priceless or useless” I don’t know how to feel anymore I am but an instrument A tool to be used at your disposal You only need me when you want something from me Other than that I…
By: Edmund Weisberg My favorite book as a toddler was Green Eggs and Ham. I asked my parents to read it to me so often that my father, in particular, wanted to beg off the nightly duty because he felt…
By: Edmund Weisberg The assignment given, with two whole days. Calamities rise! Pupils face the grade. Nature as topic, spurred by the sun’s rays. Addressing climate change, alas, forbade. The glistening sol nourishes us all. Erudite pedagogues await the verse….
By: Degen Hill “Climber One, do you copy?” Static echoed back across the line. “Climber One, this is Sierra Base, Dimension 19, do you copy?” The static continued. Lieutenant Mercer turned to look at Commander Urtz, and shook her head….
By: Barry Vitcov Desdemona’s Corpse Desdemona is asked how to play a corpse Shallow breaths Running future lines in my head She said When confined to bed And my cells are almost done No longer subject to the sun When…
By: Barry Vitcov “I’d like to purchase a replacement battery for my pacemaker,” said the short, white-haired, slightly bent over woman with inquisitive green eyes. She stood at Saul Gold’s battery kiosk in the St. James Square Mall with a…
By Thy Young Shakespeare Background These poetry pieces are compilations of poems from a current draft novel called Elexander the 3rd. Set in the 1800s, an epic story presented as a fictional romance novel. The story depicts the romance between an English…
By: Hardeep Sabharwal 1. The way to end Ending slowly is Always better than Ending in a single moment When in a moment Any relation, object or person Comes to an end It is unbearable moment of separation But when…
By: James G. Piatt Thoughts in the Night The night is almost silent, only the gentile tic-tocking sound of the old grandfather clock heralding in the late hours, and the soft din of my thoughts stream softly into the atmosphere….