By: Learnmore Edwin Zvada Bad and bad ’tis true of that old bloke In this neighborhood, he remained an estranged fella The November rains signaled his lengthy ordeal His memories they were tucked ashore Somewhere in Cashel valley they say Such…
By: Learnmore Edwin Zvada You come down on me With an incessant inrush of fists that disables my jaw The lips you used to kiss, darling, you have bruised The body you used to caress is defaced and mottled Now you…
By: Pijush Kanti Deb She is going out witnessing a brighter heaven through her babbling friend– the open window of her kitchen, stepping her restless left foot out of my egalitarian door- leading to a hell for her, I believe,…
By: Pijush Kanti Deb A dogmatic cloud carries on its lunatic falling cats and dogs on an innocuous dream maybe of yours or mine, for a shinny morning for the dormant to see and mould their days till it catches…
By: Tom Sheehan Blackjack Paul Mulrain realizes he’s swinging these days through a vortex of thoughts and memories. It takes a toll, he knows. But he’s been here before; the past never letting go, the future waiting its turn. “Here…
By: Sasheera Mehrani Gounden Beauty encased is picturesque Cloudbursts exalt to kneel Celestial memories Pestiferous insectile lips part, black hole agape A flimsy black-laced frock slumps to the floor, a minacious apparition Eyeballs repose on a lit pyre Shards of porcelain…
By: Sasheera Mehrani Gounden Masses of spider-webbed head Cascade over Chinese silk sheets I sometimes wonder what you think A breakfast of larvae awaits Along with remnants of father While pieces of meat are seduced by seaweed Upon the crimson planet…
By: Jerry Mullins Well just about everybody has heard that old saying, “Nervous as the town whore at a church picnic”. Now I can tell you about that, because it happened to me. I know all about that situation. I…
By: Sudeep Adhikari The garden of lovelorn mist flowers the airy spaceships made of stainless steel and a pocketful of silver, mixed with few multiverses of cobalt blue. I saw UFOs of weird shapes hanging on the ether like the…
By: Sudeep Adhikari Solitary, stoic silent and stoned a god stands tall with his fractal emptiness; green, saffron and vermillion red melting on his mighty chest while the sleep-walking witch sways in aqueous ecstasy her silty mist of lust and love pervades the effulgent infinity of…