By: Stephanie Paraschis Birds You are sharp and bright in the morning, sweet and soft in the afternoon.At dusk, your songs are more distinct, like you are cooing for your lover or your mother.The breeze carries you through the day…
By: Goutam Roy Iara dwellsin the mysterious realmof the Amazon,where deep forestsshadow the restless riverand hidden currentswhisper beneath the green.In her youth,trained in the art of the sword,she turned againsther own kinand killed thosewho were near and dear.For this,she was…
By: MK Kuol imagine yourself god:a fiery-eyed wool-haired patriarchgarbed in a gold-sashed lightsitting on a sapphire-washed throneeyes stretched taut over this universestretching beyond the grasp of mortalimagination seven scarlet stars blaring songsin your hands a double-edged sworddangling low out of…
By: KJ Hannah Greenberg Rising Moving upward might mean the sort of stretching that transportsUntold growth, or a curious progression.That is, going up can portend, i.e., can herald, favorable bases, orCan signify spiraling, dreadful outcomes. Standing higher, akin to North…
By: Snigdha Agrawal Moving: Simple because they can I asked Mafor a TV of my own,to watchWimbledon reruns,Netflix movies for teens.anything…just anythingto prevent from joiningcommunal watchingin the living roomwith familysimply coz.our tastes collide too oftenbut I saw her face stiffenbefore…
By: James Aitchison (pantoum) poverty is a form of worshipfrankly my dear I don’t give a damnnipped by a dog my old dancing bearthe furrows of disbelief (under a red rose tree) frankly my dear I don’t give a damnwe…
By: James Aitchison (After Alfred Lord Tennyson) Half a leg, half a leg,Half a leg onward,Moaning and rattling their chainsLimped the six zombies.“Forward, the Fright Brigade!Let’s feed on some corpses!”Hungry for human remainsLimped the six zombies. “Forward, the Fright Brigade!”Look,…
By: Chanchal Kumar Das The Palace of Sleep All around, there is only discontent and hatred,People quarrel with people in uproar,Why have they not woken up yet?On all sides they have built a palace of sleep. Those who are truly…
By: Jim Bates Orange sugar maplesBlazing against cold grey skiesLifts a mood to joy. Late fall woodland walkSoft and leafy decaySense of inner peace. Outside in the snowSoft flakes landing on my faceFeeling young at heart. Fresh snow transformingBrown ground…
By: David Sapp For a While Now For a while nowToo long the shut-inTV my best buddyDoing little more thanShuffling to fetch the mailI get out for a bit andI’m astonished to findThe oak tree’s girthIs predicably thickerThe wheat has…