By: Ian Fletcher There’s something within himThat cannot bear an open mindFor he will always try to fill itWith dogma and talk of GodThe almighty power he saysWe must believe in and obey.When I ask what kind of beingThis God…
By: Emily Breen You Get Me You get meAnd all that I amAnd while that may not seem like much to some or to even youIt’s all I’ve ever asked forYou understand meYou understand me to my coreWhen I’m hysteric…
by Nancy Machlis Rechtman Between the Darkness and the Light There is a demarcationBetween the light and the darkWhich you might think would be greyBut you’d be wrong. Instead it has neither color nor substanceBut separates the perfidious normalcy of…
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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