By: Bhoj Kumar Dhamala High morale, boosted status, and superbStyle of living makes one feel your better ¬–Off guise and you are in seventh heavenJust a delusion, you are out of it unless You realize who you are the surroundingGoes…
By: Ivy Geren I’m sitting in a swirl of dreamsHalf-formed, half-dreamtStacked on top of each other like the crusts of a million barely-eaten sandwichesBut I’ve learned that the idea of a dream is always better than its realitySo I add…
By: Rachel Chitofu Sometimes we learnfrom ameliorating televisionbroadcasts—maybe the sunsnarls morefatally in contrasted shadesof itselfand you look better today,now that your clothesare finally off.I am still a child and maybe that’s why I can’t goto college this fall.If he kisses…
By: Dorie LaRue It is spring and the blind beggar is separatefrom the deluge of blossoms and those dazedby soundless eloquent branches that celebrate all those things which do not hesitateto call forth the humanly amazed;The bees fondle and assault…
By: Bill Kamen Killin’ time sippin’ whiskeyAt a bar on the boardwalk by the seathe jukebox keeps on playin’ visions of loveand it takes me back to when I first saw youswayin’ to the rhythm of the waveseyes as blue…
By: Rachel Chitofu I’m bewraying the head at the backof my neck. 360 degree rotation.The human door mat, skull sculptedbut unhued—thread of pointers. Redalarms. Beach shells. footprints—racially unspecific; lead tothe local store.An unravished pourof coldblack beer Mr Brown knowswhere it’s…
By: Kusumita Kanango KISSING YOU // KISSING THE MOON Kissing you, I thinkwould be like kissing the moonTouching my lipsTo the dusky horizonAs you come upAnd lingeringTill dawnSteals u away. Kissing youTasting the myriad ofEons oldManhandled emotionOn your silken tongueGetting…
By: KJ Hannah Greenberg Lost Sagacity By sounding smooth or inviting, sagacity often vanishesAmong words, turns of phrase, weird little expressions. Consider; a surfeit of depression, weight gain, glandularTrouble, fatigue can be sourced to rhetorical brouhaha. When fighting “monsters,” one’s…
By: Duane L Herrmann PHOTOGRAPH TRUTH Young woman lookingutterly uninterestedat the tiny formsucklingat her breast.No emotional connectionor responseto her first born.What is she thinking,impassive face,towards this childof her womb?There is no joy,no amazement or delight. What a hell it becamefor…
By: Carl Papa Palmer Army Buddies He starts in on one of his“that reminds me of when”war stories he’s repeatednumerous times over timeto us fellow retirees at his table, but this particular onehe’s busy telling us nowis his third time…