By: Ergene Kim mum said be a good girl she said, Listen to your brother let him embrace the whole of you and keep you away from all those ugly things, don’t you? […]
Apoptosis
‘Master of the Wild Hunt’ and other poems by Steven Goff
By: Steven Goff Master of the Wild Hunt A wolf pack’s worth of fingers glint their fangs along pristine fur, trappings of the trapper’s hand traverse perfect skin. An animal’s prized symmetry […]
A pot of gold
By: Pat Doran At the end of every rainbow there is a pot of gold. When I was a child that was the story I was told. A childs wide eyes cannot […]
“Justice in Your home”
By: Harjeet Singh A lacerate soul for worldly gains A queen, captive of earthly credits And forgetting moral constraints In the pursuit of profits. She was Inclined to willful paths, Despite king’s stricture […]
‘Blast in Silence’ and other poems by Neil Ellman
By: Neil Ellman Blast in Silence (after the painting by Rameshwar Broota) In this silent universe there are blasts concussions and resolutions we are not allowed to hear among the chaos of colliding […]
Hubris
By: Ian Fletcher No ordinary English professor he sprinkled his conversation and copious literary criticism with trendy scientific terms as if to imply he could grasp the mysteries of the cosmos as easily […]
‘Shadow Person’ and other poems by Ben Wright
By: Ben Wright Shadow Person I’m still not sure of my favorite season, nor if I’m a morning person or an evening person, but I do love dawn and dusk – those […]
“Empty home is fraught with…….”
By: Harjeet Singh Day and night are my own In my big home I alone Postman and bill givers approach When I am out of home Those who give me a test […]
‘Love’ and other poems by Jimmy Sharma
By: Jimmy Sharma Love Love is not wanted or needed It is the exuberance like the way tiny rain Droplets create a stir in your soul The vibration is not planned It resonates […]
‘Ending Roads’ and other poems by Dan A. Cardoza
By: Dan A. Cardoza Ending Roads We cross the Sierras at dawn; first Reno, then further East, just as the sun cuts open the belly of the sky––it bleeds rouge, right down to […]
