By: Alan Cohen Solitude Of course not all sunlit days are yellowI have this one to myselfChimes, garden, goldfinchBright verandaEtched, lacy shadows of a wrought-iron, outdoor tableMaple-stained cedar benchRestless lakewater, nimble, sparkling I withdrawInto the courtyardWhere the stone floor is…
By: A Whittenberg Our Plight In some countries,Poets are persecuted: jailed,Beaten, even hungIn America, they have it harderHere, we ignore them. ### So They Say… We’re all in this togethersincewe’re all in this togetheruntilwe’re all not in this togetherbecause afterwe’re…
By Ian Fletcher She wakes with a slight hangoverbut nothing that the first fat jointof the day won’t promptly dispelher self-abused body long inured todaily doses of dope and booze.She looks at the peeling wallpaperand at the nicotine-stained ceilingcontemplating another…
By: Keith Moul Insentient Drift After Sunday teachings, children sing paens to Jesus.At other times children sing of soldiers in death gripserving in armies of the Lord. Or they listen aroundand create new lore: The Bee Gees are staying alive,but…
By: Hira Lal A bicycle rider going to uncertainDestination,Whereas, too long distanceCovered,Rather fatigue falls on his acrossBody,However, going on, goingOn,By coincidence a butterfly came toWay,What by untold flying ahead ofRider,Since, encourage to his approach toDestination,Carrying on to Destination, carryingOn,That correspondingly…
By: Eli Solver The Difference I am a fox in wolf’s clothing pretendingto stare sheepishly aheadwhile my mind seeps out of my earsand into the sound wavescurling around my feet like fog.I am not presentin a moment of haves and…
By: Michael T. Smith Alcoholic I’m gonna need someone to hold me downsome fallen angel that will help me drown,a baptism for the killing spree.I’m getting clean, shaking my life off me. So I was going to meet my makerTo…
By Alan Berger I had a dream last nightWas way deep in the sackThe heavens beheld a sightOn live T.V.Jesus Christ came backAnd who was the first personThat he wanted to see?It was none other than me We went for…
By: Deekshita Athreya A fruitless day spent idling on the couch,was made endearing by a Cuckoo’s call on the porch.A single note that rang out pure and clear,Enchantingly beckoning its near and dear. Come on comrades! Let us rejoice,Sans pollution,…
By: Vaishnavi Singh FORBIDDEN CHILD Infants smiling at the vacant corners, eating and sleeping.Young boys feeling the death of an action figure, crying and being clingy.Girls draping dupattas on frocks, swirling freely and breaking their mother’s lipsticks.Infants grew into teenagers;Reading…