By: Mishal Imaan Syed I. Prodigy “c# minor is a healing key.” This is what she tells me, and it is, too So velvet. Softest as the first of winter’s aubade The color of fantaisies and tonalities of remembrance, a…
By: Milt Montague Civilization The South Pacific is littered with islands like specks of earths floating in a pool dots of sand on blue more like mountain tops piercing the clouds people have lived there for untold generations happily surviving…
By: Christina B. Barrick Reflections on Aging I yearn for the time of youth— when dreams portent of things to be, wishes dance to the heavens, and the celestial skies answer. . . “Yes”. But as the seasons age, some…
By: J.B. Toner When the unclean spirit comes out of a man, it wanders in dry places seeking rest, and finds it not. Then it saith, I will return to the house which I left. And it brings with it…
By mbThewriter She can’t stand sexism but she fell in love with men who wear capes to sleep and call themselves feminists. Love is her middle name, but she won’t bite into the candy she receives from a man who…
By: Ute Carson Stars in the Night I remember many delights. Riding my mare bareback across a meadow. My naked toes brushing the tips of dew-moistened grass. Waking up in my lover’s arms, feeling my heart race. Cradling our baby,…
By Mickey Kulp The bird on the wire The bird on the wire watches me trapped in traffic, caged, going nowhere. I pound the steering wheel, furious at the delay. The bird on the wire has a full belly for…
By William T. Hathaway “Obey me or die!” the orange-haired man threatens the world. “My drones know you’re home, and my missiles don’t miss. I’m Commander in Chief, CinC for short. I’ll sink you into the sea, fry you crisp,…
By: Stanford Chigaro Kelvin stopped and looked at the old house to his left. He had passed it every day since he started school three years ago. It was almost like Mrs. Smiths’ house a few blocks away, but the…
By: Channie Greenberg Daffodil Cream or gold vanity, expressed during fleeting weeks of wet and sun, You couldn’t work past life’s expectations when your ephemeral nature Limited your seasons. Hence, higgledy-piggledy, you grew on hillsides, In meadows, in middens’ depths,…