By: Cristina DeSouza Hospice Night goes high,filled with gentle moaning,the calmness of death approaching.Her eyes semi-shut, while reality’s by my side.I examine the body whose soul isgetting ready to leave it: coldand tender, it’s about to shed its suffering away….
By Nancy Machlis Rechtman The images have been seared into our brainsOf babies ripped away from the arms of their mothersAnd fathersAnd children sobbing in cagesWhen the most primal of bonds were severedBy maliceAnd indifference. Those seeking asylum chose to…
By: Alex Andy Phuong A reason without passionCould result in deceptionAnd destruction.Restraining oneselfAs The Great Library of AlexandriaBurns like the romantic lifeOf CleopatraModern heroinesLike Elle WoodsReveal the possibleAs wisdom helps determineThe philosophical,And living lifeWith both honesty and sincerityWhile respectingLimitations realistically
By: Karoline Wimmer A rolling tidecannot hide,in the worst of dreams,it lights the matchthat sets the fireto the darkest of desires. If seas had been sweeterthan the fairest of all ladies,they would have metwith great contemptthe most hunch-backed of all…
By: Amb. Maid Corbic AWAKENING OF DIVERSITY It’s spring; inanimate nature is suddenly astonishedTo his character who brings fresh air from a distanceWaking my eyes squinting from winter hibernationIn the stage of madness; I walk across my roomTo see the…
By: Alan Berger Nobody is listeningSave your breathYou will only find out whyAfter your deathThink I’m kidding?Here comes the rest This is the hookAnd here is the stingNobody is listening But then again, it’s sure fun to trySing your private…
By: Linda M. Crate perhaps another queen you’re barking up the wrong treeif you only want a night of bliss looking for a lovedeeper than the roots of the oldesttree, and i’ve been told to bemore realisticbut miracles happen every…
By: Mayesha Islam Abanti Let’s, o dear!To heal, as a matter of fact ;To indulge in a mystical sphere of tranquil.To love, with the heft of savouring allure.To escape, like the valourity of a bird looming around with incessant flee.To…
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: R.T. Castleberry THE SILENCE IN FALLING Staring down a waning January moon,I feed dry brush to the campfire,watch the desert track of freight carsrounding a mesa silhouette.Wild dogs yelp, loping the crossties.Rising night pulls at my hat brim,carries bright…