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…
By: Doug Bolling Urn Times 0ne night a year I attend theesteemed artist telling of his life,his travels through the longtunnels that become poems, poems in their rich cream,their motions and soundsthat lift from the pageand mingle with theshadows. 0ne…
By: C.G. Ward Replicas The builders refurbishing the flatbelow are producing replicasof famous sights. Glimpsed behindrubble, dusty cloths and the Gaudícurves of bent radiator pipes are an MDFTaj Mahal in the kitchen and the ceilingof the Sistine Chapel lovingly reproducedin…
By: Paweł Markiewicz I am through a superb window – looking.An angel of feeling awakes in me.The dreamy oak-trees stand alway leafless.The native auspicious cue is just large. My scenery – the enchanted verdure.The moony old barn of Ted my…
By: Jack Berexa A divinely parted sea,Meaning…invisibility? Tides rearrange.Shift,Lift,Missed,But never to not exist. A divinely parted sea,Meaning…bless the majority. Red does not sink.Redglistens,listens,christens. Then Red prefers, incurs,Red…Covert? Overt? Covert.Covertly saboteurs. But still by divine by Holy by perfect intervention,Moses guides…