By: Kathy Abrahams Bird of truth flies highon a cloud of honesty.integrity and loftymoral values.Beams of justice and righteousnessshine on its white feathers.Below souls of the dark aimguns at this beautiful creature.Seek to bring it down with bulletsof lies and…
By: Bryce Leiberman It is Las Vegasthe stratosphere hotelyou ask me to go to the stardecklook at the starsnothing separating you and the groundexcept aira lot ofairpeering over the edgethree thousand feetI don’t want tonot because of heightssomething deep insidesomething…
By: Mahathi FROM INDIA WITH LOVEI come from here, this nation, this terrain,this clay, and this hot lush with darker skinand sweat fragrance…yes, India, my reign,the land of Gods, afreets and weird goblins. Here yonder sprinkles love, the earth breaths…
By: Edwin Olu Bestman Begin with its North that is covered in crystal tears,Lips that dip, dwell and drown into silence,With a heart that sleeps in a scattered field Find a route to the West,The west that births darkness admist…
By: Franny Harold nxiety After Eating Fiber Cereal She read up on Coronavirus news for the first time in weeksAnd somehow,Convinced herself she has Type 2 Diabetes. Anxiety After Too Much Sun She wondered, “Am I tired because I’m sick?”Or,“Did…
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…