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O Angel! My Angel!

By Tabussum Sumaiya “Knock Knock!” Who’s there?“Angel I am, Devil’s too here!”Why is Devil always thy near?“Nothin’ I, exist in His solemn prayer!” O Angel! O Angel!You turning into That?This shrewd bosom buddyA sweet hypocrite brat! O Angel! My Angel!Don’t…

body of water during golden hour

‘Tears of the Sun’ and poems

By: Jonathan Chibuike Ukah Tears of the Sun It’s just another Christmas Day.When birds twittered freely away;I sat alone upon the desolate graveWhere flowers lie and pebbles rave. The sun pierced its tearful raysUpon the cloudy hills and matted leaves;Gone…

depressed female soaking in bathtub

Death, Two Ways— Ready To Be Served

By: Roopa Menon The First Way Wear your best clothes. Statistics reveal that people who wear their favorite attire just before killing themselves suffer less. If you are not a sucker for statistics, don’t bother. Choosing where you commit the…

person walking on the field

Today, Tomorrow, and Always

By: Bruce Levine Today, tomorrow, and always The future holding hands Moving forward Toward new beginnings Building on the past Without looking back Sharing the moments And making new mem’ries Wrapping each adventure In a satin ribbon And placing them…

photography of people graduating

The High School on the Hill

By: Daniel Acosta, Jr. Prologue  At a very early age when I started grade school in 1951, I saw that the white kids at my school were the ones favored by the teachers, especially those who were smart and popular….

woman writing on a notebook beside teacup and tablet computer

Wizzywig

By Carl Papa Palmer WYSIWYG – What you see is what you get FYI, WTF is not where’s the fire,IIRC. (if I remember correctly)BTW, IANAL. (I am not a lawyer)IOW, IMAn00b. (a clueless newbie) A MOTOS (member of the opposite…

stand with various ceramic bowls in pottery store

My Library

By: Bruce Levine Sometimes I just enjoy being surrounded by booksI sit in my library and look around There’s no purpose to the looking Other than the pleasure the looking brings by itself Shelves filled with books Objet d’art perched…

chairs on a boat during sunset

‘Gold Mining’ and other poems

By: Simon Heathcote Others Can’t flowers be silent & birds sing?A late breeze kisses a single bladesetting off a Mexican wave of Irish green — a tsunami for little things to learn panic.I don’t see so well but I listen.There’s no escaping…

gold quill pen

Grzegorz Wróblewski: ASEMIC WRITING

By: Grzegorz Wróblewski  ### Grzegorz Wróblewski was born in 1962 in Gdańsk and grew up in Warsaw. Since 1985 he has been living in Copenhagen. English translations of his work are available in Our Flying Objects (trans. Joel Leonard Katz, Rod Mengham, Malcolm…

bridge reflection in river in winter

‘Building Bridges’ and other poems

By: Arvilla Fee Building Bridges hand me a plank;I’ll hand you a saw;together we will builda bridge across this chasm;we’ll all be brothers and sisters,sweating together beneath a sunhung in the universe for all mankind,drinking water from our father’s wells;we…