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diligent small girl drawing on paper in light living room at home

A Child’s imagination in a flight

By: Chandra Shekhar Dubey We are flying, we are flyingabove the ground, skyscrapersabove the river, green valesand forest deep above the pasturesdeep ocean where demoness meetsher lover above the clouds in the sky.We are flying ,we are flyingacross the colonies…

shallow focus photography of paintbrush

Should not an artist

By: Daniel Millard Should not an artistStarve himselfDown to aGood fighting weight? Writing himself outTo be theChampion of his times Echoing back – calling to his matesReaching back to all of those paintedYesterday’sAges that he knew he would never haveSurvivedLight…

inspirational phrase coming out of a typewriter

‘Not Rigorous Enough’ and other poems

By: KJ Hannah Greenberg Not Rigorous Enough When words are rigorous enough to illuminate the discourse amidst dysfunctional adults,To create meaning from world leader’s remarks, to probe sundry romance novels, peopleContend that the breadth, external validity, & heuristic benefit discounting…

desperate evicted male entrepreneur standing near window

Dear Friend – a poem

By: Kyle Callam With a leaden chest I must regrettably compileThe very last words that will come to defineYour very cruel and selfish last stanceAnd why you choose no more to danceAs to why you fled from a life of…

close up shot of wizards holding magic wands

The paramour of the sorcerer’s apprentice – a ballad

By: Paweł Markiewicz The moony, dreamy naiad is awakened,like pearl in the deepest marine finery.She-muser of eternity seeks for hoard.Choir: Muse’s treasure amaranthine-gentle. The naiad to dearest prentice: Magicalis a hidden cavity, the wind told me.< Apprentice: >We are awoken…

white cloud

‘In the Boudoir of the Day’ and other poems

By: Vyarka Kozareva IN THE BOUDOIR OF THE DAY The morning keepsBehind its curtainsPieces of human fragility:Micro-nuclei of pain,Droplets of hope, snippets of murkAll waiting to get collected diligently,Arranged carefully,And tied byParty-colored ribbons, cord or wire—According to the rate of…

gray wooden dock

The moment, at last

By: Dmitriy Shandra there’s somebody’s voice inside of yourself:it’s saturday, fifth of november,tomorrow is sixth, and the daysthat used to trot briskly aheadnow drag on, exhausted horses,rusted clay of fatigueon the soles of your shoesthe autumnal sun, leadingthe first days…