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Poem: No One Hears My Pain

By: Kimberly Potter Kendrick No one hears my pain Sounds muted by busy lives, passing time World changes; motionless, I lie Achieving milestones no longer Life stolen from my grip Transformed into empty space, a bubble of sorts Observing them,…

Poem: Dead on Arrival

By:  Mary Bone The toe tag read, ”D.O.A” I was put on ice Somewhat resembling bologna. I couldn’t believe I was in a morgue. I could feel a pulse and a heartbeat. Scenes from my life Floated by and I…

Poem: Keeping My Cap On

By:  Mary Bone Lately I have kept my thoughts to myself. My cap stayed on my head During the wind and rain, Not letting ideas float Randomly through Halls and walls. They were gems shining brightly In the night- Needing…

Poem: Naked Lady Flowers

By:  Mary Bone You had Naked Lady flowers On your porch Bare torsos with a burst Of color dancing in your garden. With just a spray of water, They came alive And danced To their own song. ###  

Poem: Past Memories

By: Zunayet Ahammed We recollect our past memories passionately We can neither forget them nor ignore them anymore It always stirs us with joy and sorrow. Memories of the past always consume us Dreams fade away Hopes of weaving life…

Poem: Mind

By: Zunayet Ahammed We can control our eyes Our anger Weaknesses over ladies Sometimes the unpredictable bull But can’t control our mind. We can control our unbridled longing for money Our ruthlessness and gluttony Restiveness Sometimes the seductive attitudes But…

Poem: Cafe

By: Balu George I was at one of those roadside cafes. The kind where you can sit endlessly, Have a coffee or two, And watch the world go by. But I was not interested in the world, I was interested…

Poem: Ballad of a Drunkard

By: Balu George Tony, sweetheart! I hear you are planning, To drink yourself to death. I will be cheering you on to the very end. Atta boy! You have your reasons. To hell with them! What do they know? I sense,…

Story: The Work

By Russ Bickerstaff Dave’s face is a mask. I always get here and I always meet with him here. In this office. And I guess I always wonder what the hell he’s thinking. No idea. We’re sitting there in a…