By: Dr. J. Sheeba I heard my Foremother sayWe had freedom to eat… They said, women are kitchen spidersTheir world lies there.She was the monarch, decidingWhat nutriment could be cateredTo kings at home.“We have plenty, be silent at home.Wings are…
By: Ryan Quinn Flanagan If There is Skin in Your Soup, You Are Probably Eating it Wrong I am on a diet.I will not eat anything for 40 million and one days.My head will hurt, but that just means it’s…
By: Simon Perchik *Hot milk, half with butterfliesand the cup helps you thinkwhat happened happened clearly letting her blouse open so one breastcooled before the other though youare 5 going on 5½, tugging a blanket from far away as nap…
By: Preston Chan I say proudly… Another person couldn’t say it.Just … couldn’t say it.The disdained fear embodied her visible complexion —Fear that wasn’t there just two moments ago. “It’s a hearing aid,”I’ll always say,Like the sound of a neglected,…
By: Linda M Crate crows, waters, trees i have alwaysworked hard,learned the valueof it froma young age;disciplined and witha strong will power i wonder howsimilar or differentour lives wereshe who shared the same soul our names and livesare different,but we…
By: Joseph Hope Mystery The mystery of living takes a Sharp jab at our wits Loosly we hang all our lifes, trying to Learn how to live And at the end, like in the Beginning we still don’t have a…
By: Aruna Subramanian 1Time is THE best friendone could chance upon.It’d peel off certain masksto save you from fallinginto the trap of illusion.Befriend time!! 2.Our planet’s becomethan abode of walking machines.Synthetics rule over nature.Ballooning expectationsblowing away relations.Humane heartssuffocate to breathamidst…
By: Dave Whippman AFTER THE SIEGE According to the poetsThis is how it ended: the tall towersstill ablaze, me struggling in my husband’s armsas he dragged me to the waiting galleys.I yearned, they say,to join my love among the dead,…
By: Colin James I’m leaning against a flagpole.It’s moving a bit in the windenough for prophesies of nauseawithout being political,besides the obvious bias.Flag not currently flying,the rope is clanging, echoingfrom the poles hollow center.I’m not thin enough to be inconspicuous.Some…
By: JayM Ode To Passion My worst arguments are with my own mind,To pave the way for my best words for you;Words of enchantment give themselves up,To that your beauty creates, to you. Indelible prints of ardour, upon my mind,A…