By Kusum Choppra The policewoman and the journalist Made a strange couple. She so glamorous He so stodgy, lugging Her bag and other paraphernalia. She of the large round face The ready smile, the obvious make up That glitzy sari!…
By: Jon Carter Split Detail one life moves forward and the other dies away, yes, there are two hearts now beating in my chest, constantly searching the sky for answers. feeling guilty over this potential future, sickened by my disrespect…
By: Chandra Shekhar Dubey When you come to me With gleams in eyes and loads of broken promises in heart across a corridor where silence reigns supreme and moans deep. I break into pieces , gathering the petals of memories…
By: Sophia Kelly I’d apologize in advance, but Game of Thrones is not my religion. Sundays have always been a little rough for me ever since my parents picked that day (and only that day) to argue about something I…
By: Cynthia Pitman I. The hand-stitched hem of my home-made dress is a little uneven. The seam of the right sleeve puckers. The back zipper buckles and the pattern in the cloth doesn’t match up. The bodice is too big,…
By: Alan Berger Thru the week dad worked at the grocery storeAs a beggarOn the weekends out of life he wanted moreSo he became Mick Jagger The eyeliner and lipstick Fucked up our sink The sweat from his wig Left…
By: Ana M. Fores Tamayo Las azucenas No tengo lengua para hablar el ronroneo que cae de las cabezas en roturas blancas, quebradas, negreadas con el reflejo entreabierto del espejo, lánguido en su eterna soledad. Arbitraria yo me quedo, llena…
By: Tom Squitieri Big Girls Beat Drums Part the raincoat and give me your trust, as the thump of snowflakes say goodbye to the rain Our pattern follows the beat in our universe, where eyes are clear and there is…
By: Marvin Cohen Plunged into Death, You’re in a Fix. You and the World Are No Longer a Mix. Your Adherence Is Guaranteed: Death Sticks. You’re Precisely One of Many It Picks. If death is my worst enemy, fight it,…
By: Anupama Mishra I was walking through the holy river Ganges the mesmerizing atmosphere and peace was attracting the empty heart and flooded mind, I sat on the broad stairs of the ghat Which was a little filthy but unlike…