By: Farumbo Why do i always feel judged on my lookLike re-reading your favourite parts of your favourite book ?Why do i feel this pain deep inside ,If I suffer for eternity i may just deeply cry . When i…
By: Bruce McRae The Mystery Man His atoms were formed inside exploding stars.He’s not at home on any planet. Grace. Élan. Savoir faire.Attributes beyond his ken and reckoning. He stands outside in the heaving rain.And how else does one capture…
By: Chandra Shekhar Dubey How many times I have whisperedSoftly in your ears that I am getting old.My hair has grown grey and bald patcheshave overgrown here and thereoften reminding of my dropping shouldersand sunken chest peeping through soggyeyelines and…
By: Rehanul Hoque If light is lifeThen VIBGYOR is the secret codeOf life, that speaks volumes forExistence. Daubed with a paintObjects and beings become colorfulAs much as to declare‘I exist’.On the contrary, the absence of colorMakes life dreary and drab…
By: Carolyn Adams Seeing her, or his, body always startles.The contours are generallythe same, with a fewunique differences. Faces, with theircomplex expressions,hide what won’tbe givenwillingly. But that landscapeof the frame,warm, soft,inviting and blameless planes,can’t keepdeep secrets. Vulnerabilities are exposed. The…
By: K. A. Williams Don’t Stay Indoors In The Springtime Squirrels run down oak trees and siton their haunches munching acorns.Fearlessly, a mockingbird darts inamong them to snatch a big grasshopper.Butterflies of many colors flutterhere and there with the breeze.Hummingbirds…
By: Sheila Henry Slavery was abolished in America almost 200 years agobut the system refuses to relinquish a sad historybinding young black men as they remain preyand are locked up in a system to perform free laborblue mood cops the…
By: Moulay Cherif CHEBIHI HASSANI It rains on the sheets of the half-opened notebookLaying there before you, now useless,When inspiration, in infertile tears,pours its solitude into your heart in winter… From the edge of the inkwell a feather fliesAnd the…
By Justin Permenter There will come a last songA requiem for the passing of an ageIts melody will echo across the great gulf of timeAnd testify to the bright beginning and wretched end of our kind There will come a…
By: Roger G. Singer THE OUTSIZE OF LIFE walkingin the skinof day,under the flightof a summer sun shoes covered witha solemn dustwhile searchingfor a balancebetween lands knowing somewherein the shapeof a city or towntraffic is moving as a crossing shadowstirs…