By: Christiane Demack “White, please tick this box, And welcome back – To the United States.” Identification encompassing All the glowing clouds The airplane coffee spills Encompassing the sand setting Desert silent, the […]
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Poem: Into Your Freedom
By: Christiane Demack I want to make you feel good Feel safe; feel thrilled I am all you need I’ll stumble Stumble honestly So you can catch me And let go of the […]
Poem: Airplane Coffee
By: Christiane Demack Clean thrill, rising, again Spilled coffee, plastic cup White paper, ink – as The red roofs drop Into a warm picture Of Home. That comforting voice, Soothing, the voice of […]
Poem: A Path Extending
By: Christiane Demack Can you see the joys of the mountain-tops, The grandmother’s silver in your golden hair? Can you feel his arms around you, can you smell The fire of the camp-site, […]
Poem: Passing Heritage
By: Neelam Dadhwal I looked out of the container a refreshing life, as if cells could soak oxygen. Tripled on its contents on way with friends and half down the valley we lay […]
Poem: faces
By: Shobhana Kumar suddenly, i remember faces only alive in fading photographs. today, it is the benevolent face of a grand uncle, whose freshly Cinthol-soaped face and silver white stubbles always held a […]
Poem: Frozen Space
By: Chandra Shekhar Dubey Looks of love lurk in the shades Of frozen cuddle Hiding forms of elegance Stealing aroma of bodily blossoms Eyes float in skin’s supple waves Rippling, rolling and […]
Poem: Natural Progression
By: A.J. Huffman I walk the tidal line on tired feet, forced forward, mostly by determination. The sand in my toes lends encouragement with gentle tickle of coolness. Another mile falls behind me. […]
Poem: I Am Little
By: A.J. Huffman black dress, timeless necessity. I am standard, issued as staple, dependable go-to. An easy decision, I am appropriate accessory for every occasion. ***** [A.J. Huffman has published six solo chapbooks […]
The Aureate lights
By: Shruthi Vatsyayani It’s a good feeling, flying back home, to the warmth of the familiarity, something you have known all your life, after a tough semester. The small interval of time […]
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