By: Goutam Roy All creatures arecradled into existenceby the ancient lapof our Mother Earth.Every pulse of lifefound its first rhythmin her timeless touch. Rhythm bloomsin every heart,as she becomesa living cadence—harmonious and serenein every realmshe wanders through. Yet our axe…
By: Richard LeDue “The First Snow of Another Winter” Vivaldi’s mandolin still whispers to meabout those afternoonssitting alone in my parents’ living room,looking outside and only seeinginside myself,so sure no one was listeningthat I could never imaginewriting this poem years…
By: Jahnavi Gogoi Six am, all set for war, dressedin his running gear, he offersme a cup of tea. I accept. He knows I fear drip pots.The lingering ghosts of coffeegrounds. My recycled paper cup is lush with bergamot, as…
By: John Grey RESPECTS AS PAID By a grave, day pulls close the curtains.The air creaks, plays foul notes,like a violin unstrung.Grass is damp and unloved.Trees droop like mourners.Broken-winged angels, cold mausoleumnothing here speaks well of life. Expecting death at…
By Pramod Rastogi Eternal Echoes of Time Money may buy much,But never the moments it cannot reclaim.Time moves in one direction only,Bearing me on its unbroken tide,A passage both merciless and profound. O passing breeze, why should I grieveFor missing…
By: Geoffrey Heptonstall THE PASSING OF WORDS That I might take from the treefresh metaphors, fully grown,savoured in the reading seasonwhere life is filtered through fading light. The wild garden lacks the handsfor harvesting its ripening bounty.Beneath the leaves the…
By: Debbie Tunstall ADHD? And other conquests. Like a catI’m neither here, nor there. At best I aman all nighter beast. And if you look you may see me studying you, Each curve of your brow I decipher to what…
By: Lilly White See the beaconing concrete walls,The bricks stacked upon each other,Enclosing our lives reduces us to bills,buying,and the politics we inherit. We see them go up,we see them go down. See them go down as the crimson flames…
By: J.L. Lewis Your Love I don’t want your love,I need your love.Like the flower needs the tendermercy of the bee,like the arid stream needs the early rainsto join the river in their longingfor the sea.I need your love,as a…
By: Bruce Levine Tired of Chasing Rainbows Letting goYet holding fastDreams a realityCovered with dustYesterday’s tomorrowsA golden calfLonging for diversionIn an empty paragraph Farther down the roadThe hyperbole of fateNothing to loseIn the chances we take Holding on to daydreamsIn…