By: Sreeja Naskar love’s womb was never mine the first time love touched me,i bit my tongue until itbled.(red on red. no one noticed.) a piece of it in the gutter—fat raindrops swallowing it whole.slick with someone else’s goodbye. another…
By: Plamen V. The ink, a whispered, silent plea,To words that dance and soar with glee.A symphony of thoughts, untold,In stories spun, both brave and bold. From ancient scrolls, a whispered charm,To modern tales, a vibrant arm.The poet’s craft, a…
By: Bruce Levine Upper East Side The Hamptons Aspen, Colorado The plastic people Follow each other Moving in herds Like cattle to the Slaughter Drifting Floating Shifting focus From one charity eventTo another Whatever’s trendy Whatever’s fashionable Whatever’s happ’ning Whatever’s…
By: James Aitchison You only haveyourself to fear.For all manner ofthings which areset downare set down.All tasks have beenchosen and dispensed,each according to theday and the time,and the self andthe mind.Turmoil exists onlyon the fringes,and knowledge of yourtrue self will…
By SAYEEDIN The hit of weapons : Intensification of misery.Intensification of the long-term agonies.The amplitude of the negative sensation.Reduction of the symphonic tones.Disclosure of the barbaric attitude.Declination of the holy strength of inner-sight.The collapse of the progressive farsighted outlook.An acquaintance…
By: Ute Carson Life-Giving Mana Breath in the steamfrom the empty cup between us,porcelaine-made, blue, gold-rimmed.Toss in your questions,not tea leaves,and let silence brewinto answers.Breathe easy, breathe freely,then fill to the brim with red wineand you are fully nourished. Sterntaler…
By: Eliza Mimski I am old.I am incontinent.I wear Depends.I am cognitive.My brain has problems.I am weakness.My legs wobble.I am arthritis.I fall down in the street.My knees are storms.I am old.I am incontinent.I am cognitive.But I’m still here.I’m very much…
By: Douglas J. Lanzo A Winner on Two Fronts Dedicated to Vasiliy Lomachenko Commanding respect in the ringthroughout his entire career,with punishing precision,instilling opponents with fear; Two Olympic golds to his name,five world titles in three belts,a nearly unblemished recordthat…
By: Will Hemmer Life a folly as seen by others, Giordano, footprints upon the sand in a windy desert and for that you burn, Giordano, smoke rising in an acrid flume, as a psychic scream leaving the soul, some inchoate…
By: Tanzina Halim As I sit by you, I see clouds passing byRains dropping on the groundBirds flying in the distant sky every now and thenAnd the sound of vehicles and human voices soaring high.From time to time, the mobile…