By: Kusum Choppra Through my bedroom window, I look down on a giant bedroom. It sleeps 23 odd scattered around, singles, doubles, triples and quartets. Dark nights offer no glimpse that I rush to catch at daylight. My eyes first…
By: Jon Carter Split Detail one life moves forward and the other dies away, yes, there are two hearts now beating in my chest, constantly searching the sky for answers. feeling guilty over this potential future, sickened by my disrespect…
By: Chandra Shekhar Dubey When you come to me With gleams in eyes and loads of broken promises in heart across a corridor where silence reigns supreme and moans deep. I break into pieces , gathering the petals of memories…
By: Prashil Kumar The night wore a black shroud, gulping the last rays of light away. It manifested in itself, an eerie peacefulness which suctioned my spirit buried somewhere deep within me, over and over again. I moved closer to…
By: Stanford Chigaro The African night sky is a wonder. It is the main reason I came to wish to fly. It is the most beautiful art in the history of this world, alive with its raw energy, a song…
By: Sophia Kelly I’d apologize in advance, but Game of Thrones is not my religion. Sundays have always been a little rough for me ever since my parents picked that day (and only that day) to argue about something I…
By: Cynthia Pitman I. The hand-stitched hem of my home-made dress is a little uneven. The seam of the right sleeve puckers. The back zipper buckles and the pattern in the cloth doesn’t match up. The bodice is too big,…
By: Alan Berger Thru the week dad worked at the grocery storeAs a beggarOn the weekends out of life he wanted moreSo he became Mick Jagger The eyeliner and lipstick Fucked up our sink The sweat from his wig Left…
By: Michal Reiben The first time I hear about Carl ‘abducting’ his baby girl from his wife, I am shocked and voice my opinion, ‘You did a cruel and terrible thing,’ I say. In his defense, he says, ‘When I…
By: Ana M. Fores Tamayo Las azucenas No tengo lengua para hablar el ronroneo que cae de las cabezas en roturas blancas, quebradas, negreadas con el reflejo entreabierto del espejo, lánguido en su eterna soledad. Arbitraria yo me quedo, llena…