By: Debbie Tunstall I am the earth, wind and fire.I am the soft swishing water over minds.I know that’s impossible for you to believe, but I think you’ll know when it’s time.I remember when there was nothing to feel inside,I…
By: Pawel Markiewicz You – such a dreamery born from Dionysian odeslike tender day in Your winds – enchanted butterflies as the Golden Fleece – bewitched in my meek fantasy august paradise lost is thus found and so dreamy You…
By: Jim Murdoch Kairos Who lets slip Fortune, her shall never find.Occasion once pass’d by, is bald behind.– Abraham Cowley, Pyramus and Thisbe There is only now.There is no unnow or antinow.There are past nowsand the nows to come(the so-called…
By: Dr. Gulshan Ara It was a small island in the middle of the Pacific OceanVacationing tourists came from afarColorful flood light painted the canvas of the moonlightFull moon in the sky and music in the air cast a magical…
By: Richard LeDue Canned Corn Left on the Store Shelf I am a genius according to a websitebecause I had some of the characteristicsit listed, like messy handwriting,even though I’ve never eaten a burgerwith the president, and instead writepoems like…
By Taylor Dibbert The child custody litigation Was an opportunity For the two of them To grow closer But the opposite happened. ### Taylor Dibbert is a writer, journalist, and poet in Washington, DC. He’s author of, most recently, the…
By: Annapurani Vaidyanathan Why I write Writing is never just a hobby.Sometimes, it is about giving meaningto words that have been meandering aimlessly along the lanes of your mind.Sometimes, it is about marryingtwo extremely unlikely phrasesjust so you can define…
By: Ranjit K Sahu Frozen night The stars twinkle in the moon glowBut the sky’s darkness is not missedThe earth’s weary from winter bluesAnd with snow showers it is kissed The white expanse is pure for sure,And divine as divine…
By: Jim Bates Frozen icy pondMarsh grass and cattails stand tallNot bothered by snow. Wintery wind blowingGrey skies thick with snowy cloudsWarm blankets await..Horizon fadingFluffy snowflakes ultra-lightSoftening the day. Zero below daySoup simmers while cornbread bakesComfort food delights
By Onkar Sharma Neha Bansal’s “Six of Cups” is a poignant journey through memory, a collection that vividly recreates the landscapes of childhood and youth. Bansal’s strength lies in her evocative imagery, transforming ordinary moments into sensory experiences for the…