By: M.F. Nagel I am the color human Color me BlackColor me WhiteColor me Brown I am the color human Color me compassionColor me truthColor me justice Color me quiet voicesQuiet no more I amThe color human ### m.f. nagel…
By: Kimberth Obeso Adam and Eve Gentle lips bark my neckStalwart loin hugs me tightTongue over my chestApples on the face I sing the song of the bodyFeel its rhythmFeel its lyricsI am the bee who clings to the blossomSip…
By: Daniel Clark green shuttles, stolen glances bottles smashed intowalls where kneessmashed into headsmessages daubedin delible light –she shan’t be longthere’s a queuefor the ladies –I’ve never smiledfor fear of losing facebut as the glasscuts through my cheekas bone snaps…
By: Deekshita Athreya A shadow of darkness fills my gaze,As the nightly air patrols round,The once lovely countryside all in a hazeSo deathly a silence, my heartbeats resound. The moon appears to heal my wounded soul,Emerging as a ray of…
By: KJ Hannah Greenberg Of Kindly Men and Imagined Satanists Squiffy sorts, who eat popcorn as a snack, who forget to take daily constitutionals,Are often gobsmacked over limitedly palatable, scintillating, “highbrow” dialogue.Yet, those same men, unfavorably described in essays as…
By: April Mae M. Berza How does God end this year’s storyas He writes wars, disasters, faminein the youthful pages of our own history? Even religions kneel before the chapters of poverty,the soil tillers weed out the lands with sin;how…
By: Adi Halved Sonnet Forget for once the nights,I ask of you, my love:Row these boats with me,Light rivers to above.You try—the moon you peelFalls and a sun revealsAnew’d colours to us, to love. ### Rain Days That Never Were…
By: Annapurani Vaidyanathan 12 turns should do it, I decide,as I fiddle with the time-turner in my hand.I wonder if the speed might triple, were you in the same continent as me.Because, 365 days ago, before you chose to fly…
By: Leon Stevens Time of Day Sun on the horizon breaksThe birth of a dayAs the world awakesBirds stir Middle of the dayLifetime a world awayBrightness blindsUnless clouds hideBlue sky Life slowsDarkness growsA shroud of starsDrawn over the earthSleep until…
By: Nyaudo Amos THE MICKEY MOUSE HARVEST They go out! they go out!In the pattering chilly rains.The men fronting the marchWith whetted machetes in their hands.And hoes cleaving to their shouldersLike a swarm of ants tending food to their nests….