By: Sivaprasad. V The Outspoken They say it’s made in the HeavenMen tie the knot to make it happen on Earth.To the disciples of Comte it’s a permanent social legal contract.The society’s nod for sleeping together. A few are destined…
By: Ria Banerjee The vicious tentacles ofa fatal virusengirdles the world in alethal coil.The world gasps for breath,frantically choking, coughing andspewing out sputumand venom.It is a barricaded battle fieldof the living andthe dead.Or, perhaps of theliving dead.People go back and…
By: Fabrice B. Poussin Leftovers The select few in assembly had taken a huge biteof a feast destined to a multitude of destitutethose in rags who erred from scrap to crumblequietly, abandoned dogs of skin and bone. Incongruous bursts of…
By: Alan Berger We leave them to die It’s not their faultThey don’t have the toolsIn their head vaultsTo make a fine life In every cityThere they areHere they stayHere they comeWelcome to your paradiseWe would be rather gratefulIf you keep…
By: Mike Zone Everything is fucked Writing poetryhoney-comb moonAllan in purple dream hazein search of toilethe just didn’t have the heart to tell herhe wasn’t the manshe was searching forthe night beforeeverything fuckednationalized pizza deliveryhobo’s hosting baby knife fights ###…
By: Stephen Kingsnorth This eyrie place,is it maids’ garret or penthouse space,servant peephole surveying classor milling subjects from royal box,pink plaza market peopled underneath? A portrait gallery:summer clothes brought out for wear,sunshine fashions unwrapping scare,swaddled usually from view,hairless legs displayed…
By: Jake Puffenberger He took his life like he took his coffeeLight on the sweetenerHeavy on the creamJust enough to take away the harsh edgeBoldFreshHe made it himself, alwaysNo coffee shops or machinesSomething valuable about the processHe sipped it slowlySavored…
By: Ed Krizek Music of Life There is beauty in silence.Nature still has somethingto teach us. The birdssing along with the car enginesand motorcycles. Muffled hallwayconversations. Doors openingand closing. Dogs barking.The music of lifeproduces a concertowhile I lie peacefully, waiting….
By: Stephen Kingsnorth Kum Kum This Katra cell behind the police lineknows Yamuna’s confluence nearby,Uttar’s Sangam trinity,mythical togetherness of three,uneasy two in dim forgotten outskirt. Kum Kum with sick uncle encamp,roundel wagons ofbelievers Bible bodycircling hurricanes glowthen darker Hindu doubt….
By: Ilhem Issaoui On sanity as you age a bit of sanity as you age would do you good, they tellIt builds a house and a futureand gives some weight to your gossamery existenceI close my dooronly to wear her…