By Edson Sambala There are tough moments in life,Times when grudge expressed in words,Pulling down efforts invested for the future,Though water which has been poured downIt’s hard to have it in a bucket again, but stillThere is strength in the…
By Ken W. Simpson Unrequited Flushed out by anger and doubtswith nothing left but a black abyssto escape from life’s cruel realityfor hopeful unfulfilled anticipation. ### Cultural Values In the waste-bin of misused momentsDissolute days bequeathed in angerLeft to ride…
By: Umar YB DARING THE SEAS Daring the seas, Come what may. Ready to know The tidal kindness Or the kind Of its deceit. If I cross the swells, Safe and sound, To the other coast, That’s my wish. And, if I wanderOn the highs That I sink In…
By: EG Ted Davis Bring home the glory ‘Tis time for payback,the Chinese holiday is over,shall we impart great tariffshell yeah, says the American worker,your economy hasprospered off of our’sand left our backs sweatless,bring home the great industrial complex-says the…
By: Arinda duPont Utilitarian Beauty She wasn’t exactly beautiful. She had been called intriguing,but most days she looked more practical than exotic. Her utilitarian look was an acquired taste. If you could get past the blotchy skin and naturally red…
By: Tara Davoodi america’s backyard as i sit there, diggingi can’t help but thinkthat all of this is futile. scooping out soil fromthe embalmed earth,planting rotten seeds. ancient stones, quartz and graniterecovered in sweaty palmsdarkness burrowed under fingernails, nothing but…
By: KJ Hannah Greenberg Our Innocent Sin Danube’s green-leafed lilies,Weser’s sapphire, silky skin,Elbe’s pure auburn sunlight, our innocent sin. Hochblassen’s famous song birds,Zugspitze’s awfully daunting din,Wetterwandeck’s strident silence, our innocent sin. Hamburg’s sundry fishing wharfs,Cologne’s caravans, its olden inns,Stuttgart’s fully fanciful fountains, our…
By: Wilson Taylor Citizen There is a city in the treesand a genius in the flowers, stamenswhispering to bees. A squirrel’s call,the undulating flight of a finch, the divotin the grass; I am a blunt instrumenthere to recordthe trickle of…
By: Bobby Z The Jyd Conspicuous moments—like footprints in the sand.leave you void of emotions—unresponsive to any commands. evaporating memories—disappear like hidden treasures.complicate your desires—to search for forbidden pleasures. wounded dreams—that fail to reveal.leaves you yearning—what is fake and what…
By: Robert S. King The First Lovers of Paradise Sunshine waves down from heavenand reddens the skin.A river snakes into paradise,carrying a load from unknown lands.The lovers bathe, drink, and laughin holy water slowly muddied by burning battleships,by hollow skulls…