
By: Brandon McQuade WIND, TREE The sun is a yellow axechopping at our backs. A single, barren treeits branches splayed in the open air. Veiny,naked limbs longing for a companion,settling for the […]
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By: Brandon McQuade WIND, TREE The sun is a yellow axechopping at our backs. A single, barren treeits branches splayed in the open air. Veiny,naked limbs longing for a companion,settling for the […]
By: Vanaja Malathy Where have they all gone? Where have all my dear and near ones gone?their memories heal and reinvigorate my mindand at times stifle and sting my heart.i feel I […]
By John RC Potter It’s always darkest before the dawn 1968:“You’re in big trouble now!” I shouted.Absent sister, worried motherFalling window, bleeding fingerShe came home late, up to no good.Troubled sister, […]
By: Daniel Millard There is a woundingA psychic bruiseNot an actual memoryBut my body knowsI feel it deeplyInside of sickened bones When I was 27, you told meWhat you used to do […]
By: James Maloney Ask the lines of late Januaryin which marrow either is or is not.Declared four gases from the tongue,against our stride on Heritage trail. What is the shape of our […]
By: Smrithi Senthilnathan Here are my opinions on this. I’m not saying a complete ‘yes’ or ‘no’, because there are arguments in favor and against both sides so I hope you read […]
By: Mayumi Yamamoto Domestic animals are counted as a property of their owners.Property!(I need another word; my beloved cat is my family.) Ann Samolyk rescued her neighbor’s dog from drowning in a […]
By: Roger G. Singer CAPTURED moonlighton the driftof your face pauses to gazethe beauty as your handshields thefountains ablazewithin your eyesfrom a moonjealous ofyour youthfulheart ### BELOW strong gravestone name, date, a […]
By: Andrea Myinga There are no worries,If all you want is your selfEarth peopled with strangersThey first care for themselves. Look around at least to find oneThe sun might fall downLeaving your […]
By: Leigh-Anne Burley Birth and deathreset clocksbells toll on both. Heady winds thwartsailors and politicians. Paying attention is anessential navigational instrument. Fog and stumblingproduce clarity. There is a broader range of truthin […]