By: Keith Moul Insentient Drift After Sunday teachings, children sing paens to Jesus.At other times children sing of soldiers in death gripserving in armies of the Lord. Or they listen aroundand create new lore: The Bee Gees are staying alive,but…
By: Hira Lal A bicycle rider going to uncertainDestination,Whereas, too long distanceCovered,Rather fatigue falls on his acrossBody,However, going on, goingOn,By coincidence a butterfly came toWay,What by untold flying ahead ofRider,Since, encourage to his approach toDestination,Carrying on to Destination, carryingOn,That correspondingly…
By: Eli Solver The Difference I am a fox in wolf’s clothing pretendingto stare sheepishly aheadwhile my mind seeps out of my earsand into the sound wavescurling around my feet like fog.I am not presentin a moment of haves and…
By: Michael T. Smith Alcoholic I’m gonna need someone to hold me downsome fallen angel that will help me drown,a baptism for the killing spree.I’m getting clean, shaking my life off me. So I was going to meet my makerTo…
By Alan Berger I had a dream last nightWas way deep in the sackThe heavens beheld a sightOn live T.V.Jesus Christ came backAnd who was the first personThat he wanted to see?It was none other than me We went for…
By: Deekshita Athreya A fruitless day spent idling on the couch,was made endearing by a Cuckoo’s call on the porch.A single note that rang out pure and clear,Enchantingly beckoning its near and dear. Come on comrades! Let us rejoice,Sans pollution,…
By: Vaishnavi Singh FORBIDDEN CHILD Infants smiling at the vacant corners, eating and sleeping.Young boys feeling the death of an action figure, crying and being clingy.Girls draping dupattas on frocks, swirling freely and breaking their mother’s lipsticks.Infants grew into teenagers;Reading…
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…