By: Vicki Murray Bonne Nuit Mother is dying. I go to herMore than miles separate us,years of silence and misunderstanding.I enter her room. Others leave.Her speech is unintelligible.I listen desperate to understand.In a death garble, she anxiously speaks.I answer her…
By: Sarah Cash New Boots Red rain boots shine, and jiggle around my feet. With each down step I stretch out, feeling the space where my toes will grow. They squeak when I walk across hard tile floor. It tickles…
By: Michal Reibenbach One day on our way to visit my fiancé’s daughter at her boarding school, Carl and I became lost. We’d taken this chance to do some house-hunting in the area of Ashdown Forest, had taken a wrong…
By Kelly L. Miller We are a beautiful large scale tapestry of races, cultures, and customsUnique, vibrant, and abounding in magnificent colorNavajo, Celtic, Inuit, Buddhist, Egyptian, Mayan, Shinto, Sumerian, Hindu, FonShapes of our history and future are connected and held…
By: Paweł Markiewicz Herculean welcome: Hallo. You huge, hilarious human! Have honorary heart of hyacinth with humming birds! Herculean welcome: Hallo. Am I a gorgeous orchid without any sonorous oblivion and dreamy rumination about the Horologium? Standing, waiting I see,…
By: Sahaj Sabharwal and -Pacca Danga Oh these tests,Superflous academic tests.No time to prepare For entrance tests. Difficult to store Vast concepts in mind, Oh how to retain so much Till marks given and paper signed. Bewaring that, The examiner is not…
By: Linda M Crate love of a mother my mother’s lovecouldn’t protect mefrom your rage,my mother’s lovecouldn’t guard me from your pain;my mother’s love couldn’t convince methat i truly meant somethingi only listened to yourhate—nightmares were so numerousi was walking…
By : Amirah Al Wassif When your motherland cries Put your hand on your chest Here, at this home lies Your doctor soul who does his best When your motherland writesHer best letter to your heartRead her touched words in…
By: Alan Berger If the votes come in the way my wife wants them to, I may be able to get into my wife. Please allow me to explain.She is a Republican.She thought I was too.For a bit.Why did she…
By: Ryan Quinn Flanagan Restoration Costs orchid flower of destiny pulling at shoelace earth the riddle unknown and the path queasy fluke worm misgivings all this: taut and barbaric with wetness ticker tape strychnine the edifice unfolds crowds of failed…