By: Enda Boyle Springtime in Derry Cautiously, by stealth the sunny days creep inThe citizens are stirred by a palpable carpe diemThey undertake a wilderbeast migration seawardIn nearby costal towns columns of bare torsoslay on beaches, pale blistering into a…
By: Sivaprasad V SUICIDE An act of cowardice when a loser doesDisgrace to kins it bringsHe does have the right to live but the right to die is not hisEscaping himself from worldly sorrows is crime he commits An act…
By: M. F. Nagel In the morningWhen the stars gather to singLook to the skyAnd seeA chariot wingedA chariotwingedSoaringSoaring star walkersStar walkersFire spitting 2. 1.FireBeyond the edge of dreamsDreamsThe edge of dreamsWhere we have livedLivedSo longSo longAsleep In the morning…
More than our physiques, the COVID-19 pandemic has shrouded, stricken our minds. The scare has hurt more people and caused widespread harm than the virus can ever do. The trust has bottomed out. Attacks on healthcare workers and increasing suicidal…
By: RC deWinter so much for pretty i don’t want to wake up with a pretty mansomeone in love with his looks pretty men are fine for those who like themsmooth and urbane and hollowall greased up with the slick…
By: Alexandra Dreyzin Fingerprints They appeared, first innocuous, disruptingthe dust on my nightstand, a few scattered over a rocking chair,a reminder that I should clean more, do more,better again and again. But with the spring days longer, they have grown…
By: LC Gutierrez THE MARATHONER Noone beats a man who runs that peacefully.Eyes not even human while he prepares.No stress, no cockiness. The external factorsare sprawled about him. They stretch and breathe deeply,all catch themselves eyeing him for a moment.For…
By: Maria Schiza Orange peels on the heater, their smell spilled into the room. The sofas worn in. Photographs on the walls, proud, taking up space. Photographs on the shelves, in front of books or tugged in between pages, sentimental…
By: H.L. Dowless Tears are rolling down my face,I simply don’t know what to do,My mind grasps not time nor space,Since I have no choice but to live without you. I well remember our walks through the park,I savor our…
By: Stephen Kingsnorth Ilkley Crags Far from south western sibling torsthese stubby crags emerge from peat,amongst scrag season’s heather, gorse;but mother loved these Yorkshire moorsso different from her Exmoor stags.Yarn Dunster lass, strode tussocks, tufts,the billowed gale, church choir let…