By: Barbara Gail Montero General relativity a world of gently curved spacetime a seamlessly woven fabric warped by the massive objects that set our spiral galaxy in motion its articulation is legato its purview, the large, the stately, the sublime…
By: Steven Fortune POST-ROTARY LULLABYE Silly but innocuous maybe even obvious of me to tell her blue was my choice colour of cat (Those overcast days of moist sidewalks and teal sky saliva vivify the whimsy in me) It made…
By: Linda M Crate eliminating myself i know this is about you not me, but i cannot pretend it doesn’t hurt; to know i care about someone who doesn’t care about me is painful to know i’m a choice not…
By: Fabrice B. Poussin Another Season Helping the horses along with the plow, he walks, boasting tan lines of one who never bathes in the sun, the eyes in a fight to keep the salty tears at bay. It will…
By Michael Lee Johnson Michelangelo with steel balls and a wire brush wishing he was wearing motorcycle leathers, going wild and crazy, stares cross-eyed at the Sistine Chapel ceiling- nose touching moist paint, body stretch out on a plank, bones…
By Michael Lee Johnson Rose Petals in a Dark Room I walk through this poem one step at a time. I walk in a mastery of this night and light my money changers walk behind me they’re fools like clowns…
By: Rex Chilcote The Betrayal It is inevitable that life will betray you. The betrayal is as certain as the rising and setting sun. There are many types of betrayal: There is the physical; as time goes on the decomposition…
By: Aashika Suresh I Am Running Out of Places to Clean My cupboard is arranged by pants, shorts, skirts, shirts, tees, formal wear, semi-formal wear, informal wear, indoor, outdoor, forest, beach, blues, blacks (mostly), whites and the rainbow. My bedside…
By: Hardeep Sabharwal Room and Heart While vacating a room Someone who goes Covers all the necessary things And leaves Waste things Scattered here and there In the room, In the same way When someone goes out of the heart…
By: Yan Yin Phoi The Blind Storm You hear it before you see The skies morph into darkness. Its roar cracks through your soul. Plop plop plop. They fall heavy, swift, as expected. People run and rush for shelter. They…