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…
By Chinese Poet Hongri YuanTranslated by Yuanbing zhang Fragrant and Amaranthine for Thousands of Years One day I will come back from outer space by a red cloud and bring giant’s picture scroll. My lines of lightning songs will flutter…
By: Madison Micucci Dear Spokane, . You wear Spring like a Bride . lilac perfume and cherry blossom rouge . a river veil tumbles eternally down the elegant slope of your back . as I draw nearer, chiffon mist grazes…
By: Mark Fitzpatrick STREET SCENE i. Overweight, cherub-faced, young man in a yellow Batman T-shirt shooed away by enough women so that he’d rather spend his hours curled up in a cave with computers, crusading against those who disdain love…
By: Emmanuel Stephen Ogboh green is green be it lush as the grazings of Nigeria dark as the envy in the bladders of our ‘leaders’ cool as the essence of grape plummy as fresh green apples or unripe as the…
By: Mythili Nagarajan I dived deep Into the past To collect The scattered self. Where Self remained Still With Wild guts. The collective remains Sheathed The me With Haunting shield. Lost in Own wilderness Me in me Crawled And Creeped…