By: Aditya Malhotra We are soldiers Weary of pointing our gunnery At the pristine snow-capped mountains Bordering our land of peasants Hanging by their necks Where reviled women with mutilated bodies Lay unclaimed like prisoners of war And bellies of drowned…
By: Aditya Malhotra What can one see staring at a mirror? * * * Am I the one picked up among skein Or looking at someone more alive? Who giggles seeing me chase my tail Warms up in mouth to mouth…
By Olatubosun David The irony is when they all compete to survive the onslaught of the hunger that feeds on human flesh in the land of surplus Seers have ceased to see fine Their eyes are feeble Their visions are…
By: Alex Phuong Michigan writer, Carol Smallwood is currently one of the most prolific authors writing today. Credited with numerous books, she continues to publish poetry on a wide variety of topics. She has also received acclaim for her artistic merit and…
By: Jourdan Lobban It was a scorching Saturday. I had to get my hair done no matter the cost. But my Wawa regiment had to be satisfied first. I had done the routine countless times: I’m in with my money,…
By: Alyssa Trivett We sat at the round table in afternoon dust as the revolving doors roller skated in frigid breeze and our froggy throats talked about the weather and how your treatment went. And we sat with folded hands…
By Linda M Crate impaling goddess the creek stones glittering like jewels will be my crown i am not in need of a hero because i save myself so if you’re looking for a damsel in distress, i’m sorry you…
A few days back, the Archaeological Survey of India (ASI) unearthed the remains of a chariot that is said to belong to the Mahabharata era. As per the ASI, the chariot dates back to the ‘Bronze Age’ (2000-1800BC). The remains…
By: Eterigho Oghenekome Humphrey SWEET MEMORIES Memories, don’t ask me of the last names I loved- Tell winds to halt echoing their whispers to my head; For my travelling feet leave them behind each year- Away from my eye’s sight, they…
By: James Croal Jackson 2014 Of course I remember how to be alone, how to drag a lawn chair out to smoke a shore and offer loneliness a bottle. But there you would meet me on a staircase of sand and…