By: afrophilus A Ghostly Voyage Sunk beneath gloomy shadows,With my radiant smile transformed into a sulking grimI took a journey down memory lane.How ghostly the chasm that separates now from before? Besetting me like a whirlwind,Drove me around like a…
By: Umar YB Not in tilling the land,in harrowing it or inmaking the ridge. Won’t be reluctantto irrigate the fields whenthe heavens are way stingy. Burdens me notto enrich the landwith dung and mulch. My willing hoewould weed the weedswhen…
By: Marc Carver As I went for my runI thought about sneaking out for my second outside of the day and walking in the thunder storms to come.They surely wouldand I may even get hit by lightning,I could wear one…
By: King Buohien Ediare The cloud amassed ingredientsfor the funeral of the day.First, it was brightwe were masters of the day.Later duskwe started returning to our roots. Now asblack as beneath the grave!Those behind time stumble and trudgein the black…
By: Katrenia M. Busch “A Sister” A sister is a friendWho helps in times of needBeing—someone who mendsOur lives as we are— wearied Sisters by bloodOr born otherwiseAs they often shouldBe seen as angels in disguise Aiding as a helping…
By Chandra Shekhar Dubey Silent night whispered tosalubrious day .“Where have you lost your noise?”The day tweaked -‘in lockdown’I always keep in my sleeve and clockSo do I now-They created malls, shops , restaurantsto keep themselves alive and busy,filled my…
By Colin James According to this mapthe library has a back entrance.Sex is alright but afterwardsI’ll need to be alone for a few daysso we better use the main entrance.You can never be sure what to expect.I”m thinking about moviesthat…
By: Gale Acuff Good Question I’ll be dead one day and done with all thislife that gets in my way so that I can’tlive and I guess that you kill death off by dying, that’s kind of funny, ironic’swhat a…
By: Yash Seyedbagheri oh, country road, you carve outstreams sparkling, whispering a hushedjourney along hillsides, up and downwater glimmering in the sunlightand even in gray shadowswhile the toilet paper disappearsinto selfishness, you whisper your whooshing hush while the elderly and…
By: Vern Fein OF PARROTS AND FRIENDS After my wife’s weekly visit with her friendwho has early Altzeihmer’s, she sheds quiet tears,I listen to her speak of creeping dissolution. On our honeymoon, I got to know who I wed,watched her…