By Sewell Hong 1.We’ve tried the bed,the sofa and chairs,and every other corner around the flat,including the wooden floor and the woollen carpet,even the kitchen table and the bathtub,but still fail to find a placewhere the wifi connection is good….
By: David Angelo Mussels Obsidian spear tips.Quenelles of dusk.The inside of every shellcarries a perfect skyfrom a spring day.A parcel of mustard-coloured meatwaits for you to trythe sea’s music. Chewslowly, taste every note.Let your tongueabsorb the lullsand peaks hittinglike the…
By: Jim Bates Sunlight glistening on frosted snowIce crystals glimmering and sparkling brightStars floating above in a wintery skyTwinkling with abandon in celestial nightJanuary frozen in winter’s graspWinter’s soulful light burning fierce and fast.Jim Bates 1-13-15
By: Pramod Rastogi A fiddle and a bow If I were a fiddle held with a buckleYou could hang me on your shoulderAnd bestride with pride your realmWhere none would dare contest you. If I were a fiddle and you…
By: Robert Levine In its Ideas section, the May 31, 2009 issue of the Boston Globe published an essay by novelist Alain de Botton entitled “Portrait of the Artist as a Young Data-Entry Supervisor.” Botton laments that many contemporary…
By: KJ Hannah Greenberg A Dearth of Compos Mentis Sanity’s too rare among apical players.Such persons prefer smoking lives toAiding their fellows through brambles. What’s more, too many ingles freezeWhen love’s parure get trafficked forTemporary passions, else importance. Today, short…
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By: Emalisa Rose Unpurpling the sycamore There’s two on the higher branch.Perhaps they’re conversing, in waitof the blonde one, to toss out someseeds again. One tips his wing; ready to sail thrucumulus. He lands, he takes off,in repetitive pattern, next…
By: John Muro Deliverance Wind gusts, strong enough to lift small boats fromThe surface of water, are pelting piers and hasteningThe undoing of long-leaning trees; shredding thickHedgerows in such a way the lower leaves tangleAnd spin like minnows in shallow…
By: Akshita Chaudhuri Firdaus,tell maa her daughter ran awayfrom home in search of a home.tell my mother I am alright;tell her I have my meals on timeand my heart breaks into morepieces as her sobs reverberatethrough the dungeons of my…