By: Ron Riekki During the Q&A, She Says That Climate Change Doesn’t Affect Earthquakes and she says this pretty confidently,almost angrily,and a bit like I’m stupid.I’m not really sure why there’d be anger. At another talk, I said that prisons…
By: Andrea Myinga We do an epic march to the far land, that’s us in me.Singing songs of warriors towards the unknown enemyThe pitch is high enough to reach the next generationAnd danced to by the dead, who lie down…
By: Onkar Sharma Ever seen or imagined a temple in the clouds? Ever seen a shrine sans the unholy crowds? It was white as snow It was majestic as doe Its slender marble dome stood tall and went very high…
By: Natasha Navarra Days forced to be forgotten flood back from the crevasse of my brain, peeking through like burning sunlight through the half-open shades of the window of memory. Some of the recollections of the past are merely silent…
By: Amit Pandya Good Game we started at sixchasing tag on the playground,euphoria and bliss,life never felt so good. now we’ve grown, or so we thought.us teenagers are never wrong.shouting, kicking, screamingyou wouldn’t do that if you are wrong. the…
By: Josie Rozell Recognition Nothing fancierthan the sound of your own blood.Take your handand touch yourself; go on— what you feelis your own skin; the kin you bearday after day.Look at it. A million shades of sunin every corner. That…
By: Alan Berger My little babyMy little dearYou’ve lost so much weightSoon you’ll disappearWe been together for so longYet it seems like only yesterdayWe both were bornYou can’t feel anything except my kissesYou can’t hear a thing no moreExcept my…
By: Alan Berger I WONDER WHAT STEPS SHE TOOK TODAYWas I in her thoughts?Was I in her way?I wonder who she spoke to todayDid she speak of me?If I had to guess I would have to say nay The one…
By: Fabrice B. Poussin Making a heart Screaming in utter silence he stands on the icy peak snowy blankets float over the unknown vales obstacle to a life which has now and long forgotten the days hope could still be…
By: Henry Bladon the fizz of the neon How did I end up here alone with the fizz of the neon? The city is rotten, ruined with the smell of haste. Mankind is only pretend, formed by accident and kept…