By: Cristina Deptula On Christmas Day my mother and I enjoyed the most recent version of Little Women in the theater. I nodded with respect when Meg, the most domestic of the sisters, admonished the less traditional Jo, ‘Just because…
By: Ananya Vats My heartToday me heart feels the size of a garlic podsaturated in its scarlet essencesnuggled safely in soft layersresting from stretchingTOO MUCHToo soonT o o l a r g eToday my heart sleepswith twiddling thumbscontent in raspberry…
By: Strider Marcus Jones MY OLD SOCKS my old sockssheath the feetthat fill my bootsto walk on land. hard hands, sweating like peat,still break rocksin imprisoned heatborn trapped rootsin dynasties of the damned. the faded thread-diminishes in duty until deadwhile famous…
By: Deeksha Makhija Rain Dear Rain,I see you comingwith magic in your touch,you bring peace amidst noise,beauty amidst chaos,and so much warmthin your cold raindrops I see you healing heartsin seconds,Will you do me a favor then?Hold the hand of…
By: Aruna Subramanian Oh, words!How Powerful are they!Much has been said,Much has been heard.Strong, sharp enoughTo stagger my heart.Can’t blame anyone, but myself.should’ve been wise.should’ve been cautious.should’ve been better.Can’t blame anyone, but myself.All that being saidWhat’s more to add?Oh, words!How…
By: Vishnu B. Unnithan My Lord’s Grace(With a line From WHEN I CONSIDER HOW MY LIGHT IS SPENT by John Milton On His Blindness) I sacrificed and did my best but that was not enough for them as theywanted me…
By Manini Priyan Hero Misinformation and lies spreads around usVillains keep controlling usWe descend into fear and hateThe wheel keeps turningWith no end in sight Stories are told of heroes who spread lightAnd how they vanquished the darknessWe focus on…
By: Ken W. Simpson Passion Contrasts blend and lingerelements of sadnessand the residue of remorsefor a fleeting memorythe momentary bliss of love. ### Original, Sin Winged beasts ride the night skywhere dark clouds gathera harbinger of gales approachingto clear the…
By: Ken W Simpson Mirages Impatiently we waitfor truth to overturn treacherydecency to defeat inhumanityfor eventual justicewhen our nightmares disperseand we can dream rapturouslyof a fabulous future. ### Time The second hand defines the hourof each passing dayoblivious to a…
By Nancy Machlis Rechtman So much timeAlone in my headAs I teeterNot knowing which way to plunge. Do I succumb to the darknessAnd the thoughtsThat my frenetic lifeManaged to always keep at bayLocked safely in the vaultLabeled Do Not Ever…