By John Hansen Poetry is never subservient.It is bright flashes of light,breaking the restraints of conformity.The elements of human nature bareon a beautiful pallet—formed into meaningfulimagination.Poetry is a fragrance of extreme delight. ### John Hansen received a BA in English…
By: Anannya Uberoi I. McLeodganj McLeodganj does not know the nature ofwounds within these displaced men, andto what degree their pacific smilesjustify their cause. It is humbled withthe rumble of words that rush from thebursting clouds, spelled with syllablessprouting from…
By: Dalya Kanani Small Feet In Iraq The sun,She paints over the homelandWith her glistening shine and hopeGazing as small feet wanderThe streets of Iraq Without interruption or intervention,Bazaars are floodedears ring with commotionSmall feet dance aroundthe colossal magnitude of…
By: Aaron Sandberg “Firehouse on Fire” It was likethe engine locked thered house doors from inside,lit the match, and wishedto be the onebeing saved. ### “Out, Out” Arched back over porcelain tub,I scrubbed all four paws and tailuntil the rinse…
By: Katrenia M. Busch In loving memory When someone’s lifeIs taken too soonLeaving much strifeLeaving—open wounds It’s hard to findThe right words to expressTo often describeWhat’s here—when you left Leaving this worldBy far—too soon to goAs I’m left behind,Filled with…
By: Alyssa Sarigumba Walking through the garage doorHearing the sizzling hot panComplementary to the pleasant smell from the kitchenWhat a wonderful mother I dribble the ball towards our basketNoticing one familiar voice from the crowdYelling my name loudly, cheering me…
By: Carl Palmer I’ve heard it a lot lately. Is it a current clichéor catch phrase, the pat answer recap signalingan end to any further conversation about it ? Like the sobbing boy holding his empty cone,ice cream scoop on…
By: DS Maolalai Poison. I reassure a friendas much as I am able. “it’s alright – it happenedto Summer too.as long as they got her vomitingshe’ll mostly beok. their stomachscan’t get through the skin –not right away. it takes timeand…
By: Alan Berger I don’t want to live foreverDon’t want to first eitherIf you listen to where I’m coming fromI will make you a believer Tell you why little babyTell you why Although our days are numberedYou’re the one I…
By Catherine Kusunoki It was dark once againin a world that wassupposed to be bright.Fully consumed by negative thoughtsI set out to fight. Vastly vain voices are heardOn the outside, my emotionswere covered by a maskwith the hope that nobodyhad…