By Priya Anand I wake to dark grey skiesA thin drizzle that easilyDiscourages me from my morning walkI peer through the bamboo fenceA persistent few are out in their windcheatersDetermined to get their daily constitutionalSome wear masks that match their…
By: John Tustin DARK EYES AND DIMPLED SMILE You.YourDark eyes and dimpled smileIn the wan twilightOf a packed room – I cannot paint it,Draw it, tell itButStill You:YourDark eyes and dimpled smileIn the wan twilightOf a packed room Is shiningAnd…
By: Somaah Edwards “Broken Young Woman” From where he standshe could seea broken damseldangling in his view, broken dreamswaltzing in her pairof dark blue eyes, disappointmentsfloating allover herlittle peach face, the advertising crackson her little lipswere as shallowas the unpleasant…
By Andrada Costoiu The artist’s prison Your fingers are dancing molding the clay,In shapes that your heart has requested,Trembling,Touching with the force and desire of your inmate thoughts,That promise to become something. You clothing, covered in the black ash of…
By: Katrenia M. Busch The lighthouse The sun was shining through the cloudsAs the ocean waves poured inThe sky above indeed—did crowdAs the lighthouse stood within Within—the lapse of time foundWithin the depths of aweAs you listened carefully to the…
By T R Bates I feel like I’ve come to a small milestoneOr turning point in dealing withBarbara’s passing.Last Sunday morning wasA beautiful time for a bike ride,Up to the store for a few groceries whileSkirting a newly renovated park…
By: Ryan Quinn Flanagan Breaking into Song Instead of Houses No need for the skeleton key, the glass cutter,that dreaded ski mask in the darkwhile the family is away, or worse,when they are at home feeding cats withfaces more beautiful…
By: Ed Nichols Strange Dog I have a strange dog. She can talk when she wants to. Sometimes she says, “E Pluribus Unum” when we are walking. I ask her what is she saying. She doesn’t answer. She usually…
By: Aruna Subramanian The caged canarypreserved her wingsfor another day,when she couldspread her songsacross the blue sky.Days & nights flew bybehind the closed doors.She waits and waitsfor the dawnthat might recoverwhat lay beneaththe layers of dustbelonging to the ages,disappearing,forgotten,her desire…
By: Deogratias Kagali Malicious intents,All over the invitation,Bad be done right,Plan of evil must be laid. The invited pride clouded,Showing off a habit.Feet of fragile clay,Astray their path’s destination. Full of oneself,Made it even easier,For evil to conquer,Destruction be a…