By: Midhlaj Padoli Today i had a daunting task of rearranging my room, dusting off all the stuffs including old books and certificates. The task lasted for a long time, and finished […]
Mona Lisa
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‘Saturday Night Fever’ and other poems by Celine Low
By: Celine Low Saturday Night Fever We sit, boozy livers and light headstalking late,making fat sounds falling flatinto the carpet,glasses sweating on the table. One momentlooms large, theredlava lampbleedingonto our faces: which […]
The Wizard of Mar-a-Lago
By Mark Kodama, Jim Bates and Kim Hood The Wizard of Mar-a-Lago Donald, a rich kid from Kansas and his friends Breitbart,and Michael the Fixer meet at Donald’s tree house for their […]
‘Yes, Lemon’ and other poems by Thomas M. McDade
By: Thomas M. McDade Yes, Lemon Maybe it’s calculatedStopping at the Town LoungeOn the wagon wanting someOf the old whacko atmosphereJust give me a Coke, yes lemonDon the owner cocky on his […]
New Beginnings
By Andrew Wolczyk The preacher walked alone down the dusty street, looking neither right nor left, his focus on the distant horizon line. He had walked for days, and he knew that […]
All Our Tribes, Choose Their Sides – An Evolutionary Tale of Political Partisanship
By: Bill Portela Democrats, Republicans, liberals, and conservatives. Whites, Blacks, Asians, or Hispanics. Smothered-harried workers, or instead, yacht-basking hedge fund managers behind gated communities. With which of these extended-virtual clans do we […]
Gratitude towards walls
By: Varnika Goel It’s strange how I lie down.I face the wall alwaysOtherwise if I face leftI feel the lingering lonelinessFew words escape my mouthWithout moving a centimetreIn dark I let my […]
‘Is it my burden?’ and other poems by Jimlad Abdullateef
By: Jimlad Abdullateef HOPEYou are a broken shadowShattered into prickling pieces with no weapon to muster it.Your eyes are empty, Tears of anguish roll down your cheek.You could not see anything fruitful […]
Harriet, Harriet!
By Gaither Stewart What might have been and what has been Point to one end, which is always present. Footfalls echo in the memory Down the passage which we did not […]
Haiku
By: Jon Petruschke In the darkonly my handssee you. Trail of clothesto yoursmall patch of meadow. Slidingyour pink jewelon my ring finger. Summer scorcherher t-shirtwears her. Country fair contestbehind the tent, showing […]
