By: Milton P. Ehrlich Casualties of agreed-upon lies fuel their guts with fire and smoke, in a rage that cannot be quelled. They feast on glassy-eyed fish heads that even the seagulls throw away. Buckets of bumblebees sooth the palate. Like…
By: James Aitchison The weather washes away yesterday’s words. Exhausted leaves carpet the feet of scholarly trees. Birds peck at grammar on the roof. The drizzle embraces my solitude. It is a very fine day for writing.
By William T. Hathaway Since parliamentary democracy was restored in Germany after World War Two, several right-wing parties have sought to get the required 5% of the popular vote to be represented in parliament. They all failed until 2017. In…
By Flo Au The sound was so deafeningly loud it woke up almost everyone from their sweet dreams in the estate nearby. Fleetingly, they looked out of their windows, seeing the sky torn into some kind of jigsaw puzzle by…
By: Jimmy Coker It was the walk that drew me As though she were going somewhere fast Then the eyes deep and brown. These impressions never fade. We were sixteen What did we know of the tangle of love? I knew…
By: Kayla Swanson Clothed, as in darkness, of serious amethyst hues binding in mystery to reveal hiddenness your secrecy a vague wanderer led by hopes from the inside. Into the din of chatter you enter stiff as a tightrope walker I’m…
By: Steve Lopez Miracle happens Currently helpless but cared It will not last long Ignorance is bliss Everything is fun and games for the time being Cog in the machine Past decisions, bring relief Others some regret Time is running out…
By: Daniel Sou The sound of laughter Is a sound of joy A joy that can spread all around It doesn’t matter what age you are Or what race you are Laughing is for everybody And it will sustain us, so…
By: Elohor Ojose There’s a small click; the bomb detonates. Click. Dust kicks up and shots ring out through the once peaceful town. Click. Buildings with thousands trapped inside crumble down. Click. Humans are blown apart. Bodies pile up. Red stains…
By: Sam Mills Days give rise to talk of episodes that sleep makes plausible, but sleep is not an end any more than it is beginning. Life is action. To talk of change among people is meaningless. I believed in episodes…