By: Nate Poko Tulay Conscience v. Science This experience that we call life,is a little too complex to end with death;A cycle of forgotten rebirths,we flow purposefully with time. Toiling through our gifts and interests,we endlessly strive from one life…
By: Christian Ward HydnoraHydnora africana Emergence brings a land based starfish.Mottled lava-hard skin on this flower.Strawberry margarita flesh. Openingreveals Hydra heads: extrasfrom Little Shop of Horrors. Stitchesfor teeth. Of course, we can’t forgetthe faeces smell. Dung beetle groupieswilling to sacrifice…
By, Karen Lee Stradford Some things in life are puzzling to me.I spent many days wondering why I wasn’t blessed with a childto love and nourish,call my own,guide through lifeand provide for. Somehow, it was never the right seasonfor me…
By: Sushant Thapa Measure of Belief Take a stroll of faithAgain, the day is yours.Meet me on a fine mornI will greet you with my offerings.I do not forsake the emblems of loveLikewise, religion speaks to meOf an essence of…
By: Jim Bates ***Morning dew sparklesTiny droplets glisteningRays of sunlight dance. *** Immense starry nightPassionate lovers embraceCorpuscles racing. *** Rocky shoreline agatesWaves lapping over caramel swirlsFrozen magna moment.
By: James Aitchison On the eve of destruction,can a poem stop a bomb?On the eve of destruction,can a rhyme save the world? Words won’t win wars,but they will survive,and like graveyard crosses,define the edges of civilization.
By: Vandana Sharma As the night blankets the world,and stars sing a lullaby,insomnia’s heaven rises just right. The world is quiet,its silence- an elixir,for the hungry spirits,lost in the day – light. Night’s stillness,a refuge,for the countless thoughts,scattered away like…
By: Mubarak Said How I Will Visit My Ancestors a day will come,i may be seenon the mountain tops,like a hungry lionathirst for food.i will be there, not to hunt a game,but to see the thatched houses,down the hill.remember, if…
By: R.T. Castleberry DISTANT IS THE MORNING Rain dries on a windy street.Heron skulks the horizon.Never trust a Capricorn’s worduntil you know how it falls to his favor.Leaves pile before me in skittering sweeps.Desert dust scrapescirrus crystals from the sky,drains…
By: Rehanul Hoque At the stroke of midnightWhen under the sway of darkness and dead silenceAll the animals and beings giving way to slumberStand still, as if time hasn’t changed over years-Then some party animals remain obsessed withWomen and wine;…