By: Varnika Goel It’s strange how I lie down.I face the wall alwaysOtherwise if I face leftI feel the lingering lonelinessFew words escape my mouthWithout moving a centimetreIn dark I let my mellow mouth moveI force out voice from wind…
By: Jimlad Abdullateef HOPEYou are a broken shadowShattered into prickling pieces with no weapon to muster it.Your eyes are empty, Tears of anguish roll down your cheek.You could not see anything fruitful but darkness,Silence steals your heartAs the windstorm swirls…
By: Jon Petruschke In the darkonly my handssee you. Trail of clothesto yoursmall patch of meadow. Slidingyour pink jewelon my ring finger. Summer scorcherher t-shirtwears her. Country fair contestbehind the tent, showing offwhat she’s grown. In her hipsshe feelshis storm…
By: Lynn White Breathless In this new societyof masks and miasmaswe are being suffocatedwith pillows of powerand prejudice,hardly hidden,in the institutionswe were told would protectus all.Some of usbelieved it. But the old masks are off now,forced off the face by…
By: Wei-Chih Eudela The Window The windows are said to be the eyes of a homeI like viewing into them when I am all aloneBecause they give me a short glimpse of the sceneryThe things that enter my eyes and…
By: Abdul Hadi Haleemah I wonder and wander,Through the thickest part of,the forest with thorny trees,In search of the meaning of this haven; life I swam the depths of the seaand asked the mermaid“what is life?”Her answer didn’t satisfy my…
By: Stephen Kingsnorth From swirling wash to swirling stringon spinning top is this world of spin.Stick-sprout upturned umbrella ribs,invert pyramid, caged cup, gust dip,with no still pocket for retreat, butupdraught airs sight-hidden weave. The way the breeze is turning, likeVicar…
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…