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…
By: Jerry Durick Runaway Dog What do you say when she runs away?You run after her of coursecalling her name and promisesand to stop.You can see the future evolve asyou run –this will happen, then that.Everyone is a stranger at…
By: Luis Cuauhtémoc Berriozábal Transatlantic Song Singing childvoice of airand wind. Night of starshalf-moon likea breast. Evening birdsmimic thechild’s song. Ocean breezeswirls and joinsthe birds. Takes the child’ssong acrossthe sea. ### Out of the Shadows Sleeping in shadows,rocked to sleepby…