By: Yucheng Tao Today, the museum closes its doors early,waiting;how much of the night’s bleaknessseeps into it, enjoying the dark corridors.The Indian tents with pointed frames,like spears of bone, stand piercedin the empty lobby, lonely,waiting;how the winter wind cuts through…
By: James Aitchison So little needsexplaining.What mysteriescan there be whennone exist?Courage guides theman with the senseto listen.What is turmoil?What is rage?Each man holds thesame answers.Each man has anordered path,should he wish it.
By: Debbie Tunstall Griefs algorithm It goes like this: punching walls to the sound ofthe snapping of the bottle, followed by silence. The upward trek on hind legs,the ground sliding beneath them. Trek quietly, lightly, efficientlywith smiles stuffed into my…
By: R.T. Castleberry Reaching Through Ice Secured in this viewing chair,slow healing in another’s home,the new year brings erosion rain.Through terrace glass,sweatered against the frost,Hennessy in the teaI watch afternoon fall.Tastes of pain meds, sweet cerealcoat my mouth.Bookmarked through The…
By: Ranjit K Sahu Spring night on the terrace A whisper, a whimper and a muted voiceStretch into the prolonged hours on the terraceThe nuances of a mutiny evolve in the mindThe romances being the cause on the surface Deep…
By Nolo Segundo Enemy Near You have an enemy near you,as close as your breath,as close as your heartbeat,as silent as the grave. This most intimate enemywas born with you andgrew as you grew.In some it is strong,others have tamed…
By: Bruce Levine Feasting on a breakfast of worms A robin hopped across the wide expanse of lawn. The rain, over-night, had awakened the worms And brought them to the surface. A dog sniffed the grass and gazed at the…
By: Rakev Gemechu Glory to Him We sit in a circle, arms folded tight,feet beating the earth like it owes us something.The sun isn’t gentle; it burns our soles darker,carves white lines across skin like old scars.My feet, still smooth,…
By: Richard LeDue “The Meaning of Life Haunts Empty Rooms” I can understand why people listento Mozart, and although he died long ago,he left something much more alivethan a ghost, and I also know whysome people conversewith empty rooms,letting their…
By: Bruce Levine Now post avant-gardeNew directions are open Choosing a new path Polytonal daysBuilding on tonalityResolution found