By: King Buohien Ediare The cloud amassed ingredientsfor the funeral of the day.First, it was brightwe were masters of the day.Later duskwe started returning to our roots. Now asblack as beneath the grave!Those behind time stumble and trudgein the black…
By: Katrenia M. Busch “A Sister” A sister is a friendWho helps in times of needBeing—someone who mendsOur lives as we are— wearied Sisters by bloodOr born otherwiseAs they often shouldBe seen as angels in disguise Aiding as a helping…
By Chandra Shekhar Dubey Silent night whispered tosalubrious day .“Where have you lost your noise?”The day tweaked -‘in lockdown’I always keep in my sleeve and clockSo do I now-They created malls, shops , restaurantsto keep themselves alive and busy,filled my…
By Colin James According to this mapthe library has a back entrance.Sex is alright but afterwardsI’ll need to be alone for a few daysso we better use the main entrance.You can never be sure what to expect.I”m thinking about moviesthat…
By: Gale Acuff Good Question I’ll be dead one day and done with all thislife that gets in my way so that I can’tlive and I guess that you kill death off by dying, that’s kind of funny, ironic’swhat a…
By: Yash Seyedbagheri oh, country road, you carve outstreams sparkling, whispering a hushedjourney along hillsides, up and downwater glimmering in the sunlightand even in gray shadowswhile the toilet paper disappearsinto selfishness, you whisper your whooshing hush while the elderly and…
By: Vern Fein OF PARROTS AND FRIENDS After my wife’s weekly visit with her friendwho has early Altzeihmer’s, she sheds quiet tears,I listen to her speak of creeping dissolution. On our honeymoon, I got to know who I wed,watched her…
By Chandra Shekhar Dubey They came to uscharged us of felonyhounded and handed overto a mob with arms, sticks and spears.They kicked us beating with sticksBlood oozed from our bodymixing red with the saffronour cries got lost in their orgyof…
By: Alan Berger Here are some wordsThat I wrote one dayWhen it allWent the wrong wayAnd the world that I rent inLeft me speechlessNothing to say Make it all go awayOr have it swing with my sway Here is a…
By: David Francis Passing Headlights All I want to do is connect with youI’ve tried too hard, I’ve tried too softI’ve come in at anglesand I’ve been direct I’ve tried too hard I’ve frowned and I’ve smiledI’ve stayed awayand I’ve…