By: Ram Prasath “Sir, we heard that you are suspended from NASA operations due to your stupid attitude issue within the organization?” the reporter of DailyNews.com asked. “Yes. It is true that I have been suspended” Collins said. “We have…
By: Ram Prasath My public exams were upcoming. In a few, crucial weeks I was to give them away. It was not like I had not given it its due time for preparation. Yet, you know, human body is a huge…
By: Kimberly Potter Kendrick Fierce throbbing Lightning strikes Ignore, I try Unbearable moments Tears, I cry not I ask not why Grey overcast skies A grimace hidden behind As a sliver of sun appears Perhaps there is hope A facade….
By Adreyo Sen Man on the Phone Unconscious he is that unconsciously He is a thing of beauty, One hand poetic elegance As it addresses the air, The other a bracket ended by slender metal Transporting him to a world…
By: Linda M Crate you want empathy, compassion, respect, honor, and the world; everything for free— you want me to crucify myself because you both fear and loathe my power and the beauty of my dreams because they can cut…
By: Linda M Crate i was a cancer born under an aries moon stubborn is an understatement of the century, and my temper glows brighter than even the whitest or bluest star; i am a passionate being full of love…
By: Linda M Crate the government isn’t a corporation, and even if it were we don’t approve of the way you’re running it; mr. president, there was another time were facts and science were shunned and we called it the…
By: Balu George There are trees with auras and slow trains with character. Strawberry jams which delight, and thunderclaps, thunderclaps! Earth, sky, fire, wind, water. There are fast cars which gun down the road, And chubby babies who smell of talcum…
By: Ryan Quinn Flanagan archetypal gag reflex 300 years away the pail under the sink is growing mouldy and impatient fussy as a petulant child the handle broken off how is the view from prison? do they read your mail? smuggle…
By: Ryan Quinn Flanagan I stood outside the hockshop along Richmond watching the many old men come and go. Departing as I once did, one after the other, their heads lowered in their chests even though it wasn’t cold, ashamed in…