By: Dominic Tarpey Bastille Day 1941,I was living in Pau.My future father-in-law spoke often of his confidencein Petain. I met Suzanne the day beforeBastille Day 1940 and again on that day,and daily thereafter. In March 1942 our child was born.My…
By: Chandra Shekhar Dubey The door opened ajarShe pushed into the hall like a mermaid diving deepinto sea wading through theplatter of pearls and row of hedgesburning, blushing like glow worm.She enters flinging her hairpeeing into her mobile screenthe lovely…
By: Tom Driscoll Always a river There is always a river,always a rivertaking, delivering sendingsignals through the stony fleshwatershed expression,writhed, veined, turning inland,as if a sensate creature. Always a river and whererogue generals encamped bya level place, the gritty banksbeside…
By: Alex Andy Phuong Even though it is impossibleTo recreate the past,This present momentIs a gift within itselfThat would supposedlyLead to a brighter future,Yet coping with realityReveals real maturity,And the onesWho effectively deal with adversityAre true adults
By: Carl Papa Palmer Calico Sentinel the seedless dandelion tuftarrives on nonexistent breezesettling softly upon fluffy feline tail observed by the one male kittenin the family of fourwho quickly pounces upon his prey immediately swatted sidewayshe dives for obscure safetyamong…
By: Marion Horton Today I come up here to think.The burn on my legs,As my muscles heave me up the steep slope,Keeps me earthed, focussed.It reminds me that whatever elseI am alive, tellurian. I bring my snags and doubts.Sometimes they…
By: Suchismita Ghoshal ◾Being Pleasant- A Forever Myth◾ I don’t want to survive. I want to badly live.I want to live as pleasantly as a wide sky,that has no limit, and can express endlessly.My heart makes a thousand-volt wireto burn…
By: Alan Berger If you try real hardYou still can not see them in the airBut they are still thereIf you try real hardYou can not hear them right thereHeyI never saidIt is fair All the people and petsThat loved…
By: Jacob Yasha Soffer You have confusedAbandonment with freedomSelf involvement with self reflectionRight to medical care with right to be entertainedPolitics with sportsCivilians with costumersYou have confusedThe world with yourself Jacob Yasha Soffer was born in 1979 in the Bronx,…
By: Deogratias Kagali Thinking hit me to the coreNothing straight passes in.Trapped, in a ‘door-less’ roomRound and round, I keep goingHitting hard on its wallsBruising my body, head to toe. The only vision I see is abstractNon-tangible, non-sensible.My feet numb,…