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…
By: Amy Rohrbaugh God the Artistcreated it all.He painted each leafin the beautiful fall.He shares His warmthin the bright yellow sunthat lights up the skyin the summery fun.He kisses the tulipswith colors of springand whispers to the birdsto get them…
By John Grey CLEARING UP seven years married,what have you done with the violence,the man unsure,there are just your eyes for evidenceand they that travel southwhen he looks from the eastand. of course, the pieces of the chair is the…
By: Carl “Papa” Palmer have earslistenpay attentionavailabledon’t talk backor offer opinionnever interruptlet you have your say being the wallshould be mandatorytaught in schoolat homeon TVa college classbefore marriageprerequisite for politiciansand not just in America ### Carl “Papa” Palmer of Old…
By: George Gad Economou Dark Lines, Dark Rooms never been able to write happy-go-lucky shit,never could produce a line that wouldn’t inducea sense of helplessness and distraught to the reader; “write happier lines.”“write more well-constructed poems.”“watch the language.” “edit.” “proofread.”“do…
By: Enda Boyle Autumnal As inevitable as the season itself,a baggy, vague and crappy wordtumbling out from the mouthsof gormless T.V weather people.Blazed across reusable coffe cupsin orange pumpkin pastel script.A department store catch-allused to add novelty and classto bedspreads…