By: Alan Berger I don’t want to live foreverDon’t want to first eitherIf you listen to where I’m coming fromI will make you a believer Tell you why little babyTell you why Although our days are numberedYou’re the one I…
By Catherine Kusunoki It was dark once againin a world that wassupposed to be bright.Fully consumed by negative thoughtsI set out to fight. Vastly vain voices are heardOn the outside, my emotionswere covered by a maskwith the hope that nobodyhad…
By: Srinivas S The Sibilant Company The rage of winds, the rustling grass,A mourning sea, the mouth of fire,The lap of land as rains arrive—They speak the ending of our namesIn beginning crescendos, faint:They are, they seem to say of…
By Chandra Shekhar Dubey What makes me to walkon the road leaving a world behind.? A world that I made of my choice Leaving my fragrant home Old banyan tree , mango groves and rippling crops on field Where cattle…
As per the WHO, nearly 800,000 people succumb to suicides globally every year. This number is growing every year as mental health specialists struggle to put an end to this pandemic, which is far more dangerous than the COVID-19. Through…
By: Frank C Modica The Shovel Manafter Carl Sandburg Every summer Grandpa worked magicin his backyard garden with a shovel in hand.He loved spading dirt over newly seeded beds, setting poles for string beans, sharing the bounty with his family.In…
By: Katherine Wei I intertwine my fingers with the laces of today,as the irregularity of my heartbeatthumps to a seagull’s flight, flapping.If the forgone moments can rip me into clear-cut halves,torn between what ifs and no, that happened already,maybe then…
By: Carson Pytell Physis The waking hour, upon a high promontorystretching from woods over a mirrored sky. A breeze picks up, tousles matted hair,traces a stiff chill from the neck down. Fifty yards out is a rocky islet, one tree.In…
By: Charlotte Edwards Dear all the men in my lifeCorrectionDear all the toxic men in my life I will not write a poem about youSome men aren’t worth the wordsI won’t romanticize our fightsAnd the way my lungs burnedWhen I…
By: Sinchan Chatterjee Chimney-sweeper I tie a rope around my stomachAnd ask to be lowered again.I hang in the airAnd wipe the four sides of the walls with care:One layer at a time.I sing myself a songAs I go lower…