By: Alison Auch (Trigger warning: sexual assault) I’m trying to think of a beautiful word,one that goes in front of train but in backof hot night, fourteen in white shirt, was ita white shirt? And a word that does morethan…
By: Karen Lee Stradford The light shines on your faceas you lie in the colbalt casketyour spirit simmers,eternal. Our pleasant morning conversationsover Chock Full O’ Nuts, bagels and scrambled eggsas Channel 2 news rouses the activities of the day. My…
By: Gopikrishnan Kottoor In The Heart’s Suite The curtains are stillIn the heart’s suite.A little lightFrom the lamp shade,Is all orange upon the floor. What do I still search forIn the heart’s rooms?Rooms, whereThe walls fillWith calendars,Portraits,Something live suddenlyRunning fast…
By: Veronica Ashenhurst Bulwark: To Jane Eyre My walls, brick and plaster, stand pitiless.So, I covet the far horizon, as didRochester’s wife, groaning in her windowlessThird-story room. But my infirm hipsAnd legs can’t take me anywhere, onlyMuddling across the still…
By: Dan Fitzgerald A Night of Poetry I can’t write the poetry that you readto your friends at dinner parties.I use too many coarse wordsand phrases for polite company.So I sit in silencewaiting for you to endwith the heavy emphasison…
By: Alison Auch It’s a liquid dinner that I can’t escapethe bones cross sideways as I walkthis path of marigolds, dogs, dust. It’s dinnertime at my house, and thechildren are in bed, stories ofmy camera, my lens, my not seeing…
By: Mike Turner We each live in prisonsOf our own designServing a sentenceFor crimes we have committedAgainst ourselves There are walls, bars, fencesAll to confine usInsuring personal pain is maintainedAffliction is ongoingHappiness and peace are excluded Days stretch to months…
By: Sushant Thapa Disguise Trace the mind in disguise,Lies and truths both need utterance.Only what is devised has layers of meanings.It’ll be a camouflage if a psychiatrist uses a stethoscopeBecause it is a physician and specialist who actually needs one.The…
By: Raj Ratan Mala “It’s just a phase”Sure,Like ignorance could get reality erasedThe way coming outAdded motives to count me outJudging if its my “taste”.Sin?Absolutely,When they crawled under my skinSomeone whisperedLoving is a blessingLoving genderfree,A curse within;A prince kissing a…
By: Suveeksha Viswanathan A towering ceiling fan,an untrustable axle,making my slumbermy last. A rope cast round their neck,felicitous ants floatingon a jar full of honey. A placid, vile snake you were,warm, loving scales coiling,I the hen unaware. A frolicking raven…