By: Ricky Garni FINAL CAPSULE I like chocolate and I like obituaries.Some people like dromedaries and machine guns.There’s a ride at Disney World called“It’s A Small World After All.” And within it,an even smaller world. The Circumference of the earth…
By: Roger G. Singer OUR NAMES a prairie start,shadows overyour eyes,jealous cloudssilently passbrushing outwinds andunansweredprayersdrifting downfrom abovewith reflectionsof paths missedand wordsof fire thatno rain couldquenchuntil the yearsof tidesfloated tothe surfaceour names ### RESTART it was the endof thingsand the beginningof…
By: Kavita Sarin Lying awake in bedAt the ripe old age of sixteenI realisedFor the very first timeThat only a brick wallSeparated meFrom the tumultuous madnessThat ensued in the room next door. It really was the very first timeI realized…
By: Don Thompson Earthquake Weather The air’s gone undergroundinto legendary deep cavernslocals believe in. And a river down therebroods in the dark—inexhaustibleaquifer of silence. Hot and dry and still.We look at each otherwithout saying what we know.** Dance Wind in…
By: Seneca Schwarz A proud voice slithers its way through her otherwise crowded orifice.“Your maze of tubes won’t hinder me from getting out and consuming her.”It said, “I’m almost finished here, but my appetite is insatiable…and you look delightful.” “On…
By: Ross Maclean-Bryant 2. And I knew I’d do that through telephones.The teletext confessionalsAnd the brashness of bones Amidst the extendable nature of shortcuts,The video games familiar,Charging across the bowling greenWith a famished pair of scissors And though these fingers…
By: Hardeep Sabharwal If it is male Taunts will be focused on his caste, If he is heretical, questions will be made in the name of religion, If it is a female Her character will be dissected, and Jokes will…
By: John P. Drudge As She Moved Time stilledWhen she walked acrossThe roomStopping his mindIn its tracksThe inverted maskOf his fearFalling to the groundAs she movedSeeing somethingReflected in her eyesPerhaps doubtA dreamRegretA deep somethingYet unspokenBehind a smileOn the surfaceOf secrets…
By Jon Carter peaceful nothing downtown sidewalkpeople walk bytalkingsmilingbrightignorant /happy teethunwilling to acknowledge that no easy thingslive in the chestand nothingmeaningfullivesout of it, beyond thema dying elm tree standsagainst the street,ideas like mulchsurrounding it as it’sstrangled by the sun-no rainno…
By: Carl Papa Palmer Removing the library card from my wallet,an old photo, her first day of kindergarten,comes to view through the plastic sleeve. She woke me early that morning, wantedto watch cartoons rather than go to school.This picture Mom…