By: Jacob Chung The mint chocolate chip ice cream carto that was once in the refrigerator is now in the trash The last scoop in my stomach I know you wanted me to share because you asked me for some I’m…
By: Israel Sajini Beneath the faces of Jasper lies some rough clay. Inside the darkest coal we find gold refined. Within each stormy phase, lies a sleeping node. Around every peaceful road, We hear chants of warfare. In every broken villa,…
By Yuan Hongri Translated by Manu Mangattu Ah! Of iridescent gems of time The heavenly road you paved light！ In a kingdom of stars, I found my home. In the golden cities, I opened the gates of the city to the sun,…
Written by Chinese Poet Hongri Yuan Translated by Yuanbing zhang Who is sitting in the heaven and staring at me? Who is sitting in the golden palace of tomorrow? Who is smilling? The golden staff in his hand Flashing the…
By: Ann Christine Tabaka The wind is a restless lover, ever on the move. The wind is a jealous lover, claiming all within its path. The wind is an angry lover, bellowing like a runaway freight train as it races through…
By: Ann Christine Tabaka Walking past the old dwelling, looking in through doleful eyes. She is an abandoned house, tenebrous windows, crumbling walls. Visions of the past haunt her rooms, as she combs through the disarray. A dark shadow lurking in…
By: Ann Christine Tabaka Overhead a fan slowly spins, as the heat of the night closes in on me. Beginning of the end or end or the beginning, not knowing which way to turn. I close my eyes. I see brilliant…
By: Timothy Nguyen After the summer The cold wind will draw closer Sun shall set sooner Frost coats the dark air Aurora colors the sky Here comes the solstice Petals will blossom Trees leaves will begin anew Equinox is near. The…
By: Vraj Patel I was trapped by the laughter coming closing in from all around me. I couldn’t distract myself from the noise. The voices around me suddenly became quiet and one voice was louder than the rest. This voice was…
By: Nate Elias I’ve eaten from the nest, buried bones enough to pick my pale heart’s flesh from the ocean’s coral teeth. What crow corpse weeps without marring a lover in its wings? A harbor night, turbulent foam beneath our…