By: Christiane Demack Butterfly!You came back!All my lifeI’d felt your bright blue wingsBeating against the inside ofMy rib cage, fanning the fire,Inside;Gifting me visions of flowers and honey,Dreaming mimosas and hyacinths,Into existence; lingering by fountainsOf joy in the silver light…
By: Milton P. Ehrlich PACKED AND READY TO GO OUT OF THIS WORLD Lovebirds sit on their suitcaseswaiting for their wings to sprout.They listen to a melancholy melodyin a minor key planting seeds of love.They carry a supply of dark…
By: Stephen Kingsnorth I carried a Pisa piletowards the door desk, greyish tinge.The bright street frontage, poster glowfelt-tip scrawl announced, not Alexandria,but fire damaged stock for sale. High School me, taken self to town,found this people-free paradise;miser pocket-money in pig-skin…
By: Satvika A. Menon WHAT CONVINCED HER TO STAYMaybe it was the roses that fell in rivulets beneath her feetOr the powdery clouds that twirled above her hair.Maybe it was the wind that sang ever so softly into her earsOf…
By: Denny E. Marshall Science Fiction Haiku on mars colonythe sky makes you feel lonelysun looks like a star reach for keyssurprised to findpocket alien alien craft landsdistant visitors puzzledby “Moo, Moo” response in the fiftiesaliens land and hide onbikini…
By: Brandon McQuade The Aquarium Because the car is in the shop, we walk in dead heattrusting GPS, until the aquarium shows itself. It appears to us like the sea on the horizon, a mirage;an oil stain on the concrete…
By: Chandra Shekhar Dubey I was lying with hernaked and panting with moanssoft and supple. . Far above the moon was strugglingto cuddle the wanton clouds. . A shudder in my loins passed . through my spine squeezingbubbles and shocks…
By: Linda Imbler Humanity’s Best, Shown From Within The Rainbow Neutrality, a green light,saying go, to your reflective mind.Refuse to take quick part in divided views.Roll things around in your head first,looking at every view,examining every perspective before you answer….
By: CJ Delous From fetus to a handful of ashes; a brief flicker of light in the darkness;the thread of our existence,helplessly passing from past to future; contingent filaments entwinedwithin the infinite: Just another story,another way to escape the boringfact…
By: M. V. Sathyanarayana ARTI learned this art out of necessity…of shaping straying storms into a poem.It’s like brewing nectar from poison ivyand like rescuing words from a burning tome. My distressed spirits when seek solace from dinI dream of…