By: John Van Dreal Ghost At a divey place just off the sound, between Bellingham andFerndale. A rich palette of neon lighting, booze advertisements,dozens of small TVs featuring sports and sitcom reruns fillingthe den—the bar owners have made the interior…
By: Shailja Sharma That House That house was a bubbleInevitably it burstIts walls had sketched outmy identityThe roof protected itPlenty of sunshinewindowed in and outFor good, the doors neverfirmly lockedInside was a randomness ofsights and sounds inwhich I belonged—The rattlingof…
By: Okpeta Gideon The Sun rises at dawn and promisesa gleeful day； you may believeit’s holds same blisses across, whenyou set out for streets. With the forefingeryou hold a short khaki on the waistand hope for brighter skies. How astonshingdo…
By: Edidiong Ibanga He peeped within his soul and wondered why those tiny little gigles didn’t last more than a tick of a clockThen he’s reminded that a lasting joy must start from one then transferred to anotherIt somewhat flows…
By: Ivan S. Fiske Iv Good Bye I quarantined you in my heart,in the hands of my heartI held you carefullybut it’s likethe spaces between the fingers of my heartwere so wide that you seep through& I lost you& you…
By Christopher Johnson Billy Goat is the place, man.Blackhawks jerseys bleeding a pungent ocean of scarlet and Indian head.The congealing of people into creatures called Chicagoans.The crappy little tables laden with bottles of bubbles and hops,Stained with suds and Scotch…
By: John Grey MAINE FISHING VILLAGE, END OF DAY This evening’s oceanis murky blue. Locals swab their boat decks,rid the planks of today’s fish smell,make way for tomorrow’s. It’s been a good day for their pots,their nets. Storms roll inbehind…
By: Chandra Shekhar Dubey The rhythm woven in swift stepscascading light dispelling fear,evanescing darkness.The howl of storms spellingmystic hiatus between creationand destruction in feast of fury.Cosmic energy unleased in torrents,breaks the silence of thunderfilling the sky with strings of lightbeneath…
By: J.K. Durick Effects You just like the sound effectsof moving, of getting upthe sound your knee makesor is it your hip this time.It’s become a measure you usea counting up, or downtiming you from where you areto where you’re…
By: Tamoha Mukhopadhyay Last night exasperation ravaged my door,Manifesting futile loveMy vanquished soul broke into merciless tremors.The walls of my heart painted surreal shadows. Anguish blared in the tune of my anklets,In The Dilapidated construct of nightmareWhich blew across my…