By: Jim Brosnan Silence at 1 AM Long aftersaying goodnight,I am adriftin sleeplessnessafter a tornadotouches downtwo counties eastof Hays, yet Iremember thatsmall Kansas townunder the glintof a crescent moon,the prairie cupgrassand silver bluestemat the roadsiderippling in a summernight under standsof black…
By: Michael Stein “ANGELS”The expanding cosmos,Divine syzygies speeding awayTo no one knows,Myriads of angels in play. The snowy misty cloudsOf tiny drops and drips,Each in concinnity conveyed their gods,Wee angels with fluttering wings. Of the gods of green,Cosmical hover on…
By: Mark Tulin Resignation Don’t worry about me.I’ve wasted too much timeinvesting in your company,making your profits,building your dream house,watching the shares of your stocks risewhile you get a new Mercedes every year. I don’t want your money.I like myself…
By: Paweł Markiewicz Poland the eyesome fay at the crack of dawn in winteris weepingthe winter rain in the form of magnificent teardrops is dropping downit is to be mesmerized in glaciated dreams of musesthe shepherd boy hears the falling…
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…