By: Jim Bates Brilliant day ending.Setting sun and dusty sky.Wondrous light transformed. Summertime gardenFlowers so bright and cheerfulRefreshing the soul. Early morning dewDelightfully dancing dropletsNature’s pure jewels. Deep blue turquoise skyBig white puffy clouds floatingSoothingly serene. Green rolling farmlandStretching to…
By: Peter J. Dellolio It Was A Matter Of Lust It was a matter oflust in spite of thosedapper fellows withoutthe electric chair sowe pleaded and were neededin spite of scarecrows wearingoxygen masks in Damascus. Nectarines Rubbed Nectarines rubbed nocturnal…
By: Snigdha Agrawal The little girl…now grown upsomewhere in her fortiesstill remembers Dadicrushing her favourite candywith a mortar and pestle,because her dentures,refused to stay fixedlike party switcherseager to please. Nothing could tempt hertowards “Fairaro”or those silver-foiled,foreign-returned dropsof “HisnHers”,Her son picked…
By: Donna Dallas Meet on the Edge Of the bayat the marigold sunsetas the old man walks his pug dogand mumbles under his breath Three cars sit parked in anticipationas the illustrious sundrops itselfinto the oil streaked water Three cars…
By: Ambreen I sat there glumlywith my head bowedlips pressing on my clasped fingersmy eyes not meeting the blinking screen.Too afraid and ashamed.Nothing I wrote worked.The writer had disappearedsilently, watching from the shadowsmy next movenot knowing whether his failurewill mar…
By: KJ Hannah Greenberg Splashes of Mousse, Fruit Salad and Birthday Cake Splashes of mousse, fruit salad, and birthday cake become montages developed viaNibbles of living, else adorned celebration tables. Such traces of happiness convertTo ant food & mold while…
By: James Aitchison in the bluecalmbayglassy smooth watershimmering sparklesbeneath the surfacea shape movesa shark circlesbubbles explodetwo sharks circleanother massacrein the bluecalmbay
By Douglas J. Lanzo Unfathomable Sacrifice Remembered There is no bridge or battlementthat they refused to cross,no high sea cliffs or mines ashorethat deterred their ships storm-tossed; They braved hellfire withering —RPGs crackling through the air —sky scorched with flames…
By: Joel Chace Her grandfather’s milkhouse. White:the cold; those painted concrete walls; what camefrom his cows as it swirls along silverytroughs; his hair; their breaths; air itself inthere, and in her The stone whizzes pasthis head before herealizes he’s dodged….
By: Carrie Farrar The Periphery It is not the unfurled highway we desire. It is what slips beside it— a red granary on a remote risealready gone before the eye can settle my hands hold the wheelbut not the motion…