By: Pawel Markiewicz You must excuse me. You dear dreamer!I have overly felt my dreamery about Golden Fleece.I built my small paradise without any other ontological beings.I based the dreamiest sempiternity on tenderness of my wings.Thus. I painted my wings…
By: Mamta Dorbi A Tenant in the City of Rainbows I came, a tenant,In this city of rainbows,The sun rises here,At a circadian rhythm,With sumptuous shades unknown,At times glossy or aureate,At others prismatic or lucent,The flowers fragrant,With tints abundant. Grown…
By: Bill Kamen It was a warm summer night in LA, August ’69,A single night of infamy and psychic darkness for mankind.Sharon Tate was close to fulfilling her empty outcries,when the night burned its cloak in the sunrise. Earlier before…
By: Roger G. Singer ANGELS AND DEVILS words and languagesfell to the groundlike autumn leaves we step around,staring downat what makes upour sentencesand thoughtsand thatof others,comparing,learning whatto avoid, or acceptas ownershippoints to thegood and bad,the hidden invisible,sheltered withinnow scattered forall…
By: Renea Di Bella ROSE There is a rose-colored light that lives in my body. It’s source set deep inside my pelvis,at the core of,the fruit of,the universe within me. When I think about this light, my mouth fills with…
By: Ananya Sahoo Dear diaryDear diary,Today, for the first time, it’s not about me – it’s about you.I was seven years old when you were placed in my arms, wrapped in bright green paper and a little bow on top.The…
By: Aruna Subramanian Loners… All that leftto be on its owndo not suffer.Unlike creepersthat need supportto spread & stand,deep-rooted,tall standingloner trees,actuallyarent in agony… ### Guise… In moments ofunbeknownst outlawsshedding the shackles,we pick upour magnifiersto pass judgments.In such momentswe also don’tforget…
By: Roopam Mishra Create hegemonic circles,To feed them against one-anotherProhibit mingling among thoseWho belong to different groups.Be a propagandist,Move in pomp, and show,Be verbose,Shun all opposing voices.When a fairly good number alludesGodly qualities to you,Consider it half a triumph.Instill fearOf…
By: JCK Hnry graying light of morning in the graying light of morningi stand before the riseof a day built on hope and possibility. cold seeps through crumblingseals between window paneand wood. he pats the bed,whispers, come back to me….
By Amrita Sharma Numb When the human touch had lost its feel,To a perpetual cold that embraced within,In a morbid dusk with a timeless trail,A residue rests on a shining slate. The burning frames had left no marks,The scattered hues…