By: John Tustin THE CROW Some people have the bluebird in their heart,Some have the raven.Some the gentle sparrow,Some the brutal hawk.There is the crow in my heartAnd he eats my humanityAnd replaces it with sorrowIn the anonymous dark. ###…
By: Katrenia Busch The Image In the midst of the nightDeep within darkness foundLost to vision or sightWhere my soul was once bound Searching through confinementSearching without restSearching that was constantSearching that was obsessed In the midst of a visionThat…
By: Theresa C. Gaynord The Idea Of Me I realize I tend to surround myselfaround fears and self-protection,an emotionally tough lesson I learnedfrom very early on; the women in mylife, my teachers. I get like thissometimes, insecure, scared, anythingbut confident….
By Atticus Ellis Naughty boy, your verse will do you badUnless you cloak the name that you once hadBehind a crafty pseudonym at once.Heed me, and don’t play the heroic dunce. Every stanza can be fraught with dire risk.You need…
By: A. Elizabeth Herting Once upon a time, I used to sleep. Dull sunlight trickled into his cell. It was painful; a single yellow beam straining to be seen through a tiny, grime-encrusted window. The shadows of the bars crept…
By: Atticus Ellis Naughty boy, your verse will do you badUnless you cloak the name that you once hadBehind a crafty pseudonym at once.Heed me, and don’t play the heroic dunce. Every stanza can be fraught with dire risk.You need…
By: Selina Whiteley Helix in B-Coil After Alan Ginsberg, “A Supermarket in California”Foucault, I see you, frail and gaunt, your pneumatic lungs,collapsing, as with rasped breaths you flirtwith that dark-haired paramedic.Do you not think of your Defert? We need him…
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…