By: Eve Dobbins Canopy Seeks middle ground Seeks listening to all concerned Draping itself moss-like between the two My-a-canopy Is an anomaly Which shouldn’t fit yet drapes gracefully As it rolls against the grain but it does It is not…
By: Olatubosun David I wonder how it goes through its path unknown Coiling like the snake’s whirling coil around a mango tree.Ascending rapidly into the sky, Riding on the wind’s backLike triumphant king returning from war front, Rising gently, narrowly,…
By: Holly Day Tiny Metal Ghosts The little robotic vacuum cleaner moves across the floor with such purpose, drawing patterns in the dust with the precision of a spider scrawling its web. I wonder if I watched the vacuum long…
By: John Sweet bones, buried fuck yr junkie deaths yr crippled religions no god here but the god of crows no windows in the room of murdered children because what would you see? what song of false hope would you…
By: Vicki Murray Bonne Nuit Mother is dying. I go to herMore than miles separate us,years of silence and misunderstanding.I enter her room. Others leave.Her speech is unintelligible.I listen desperate to understand.In a death garble, she anxiously speaks.I answer her…
By: Sarah Cash New Boots Red rain boots shine, and jiggle around my feet. With each down step I stretch out, feeling the space where my toes will grow. They squeak when I walk across hard tile floor. It tickles…
By Kelly L. Miller We are a beautiful large scale tapestry of races, cultures, and customsUnique, vibrant, and abounding in magnificent colorNavajo, Celtic, Inuit, Buddhist, Egyptian, Mayan, Shinto, Sumerian, Hindu, FonShapes of our history and future are connected and held…
By: Paweł Markiewicz Herculean welcome: Hallo. You huge, hilarious human! Have honorary heart of hyacinth with humming birds! Herculean welcome: Hallo. Am I a gorgeous orchid without any sonorous oblivion and dreamy rumination about the Horologium? Standing, waiting I see,…
By: Sahaj Sabharwal and -Pacca Danga Oh these tests,Superflous academic tests.No time to prepare For entrance tests. Difficult to store Vast concepts in mind, Oh how to retain so much Till marks given and paper signed. Bewaring that, The examiner is not…
By: Linda M Crate love of a mother my mother’s lovecouldn’t protect mefrom your rage,my mother’s lovecouldn’t guard me from your pain;my mother’s love couldn’t convince methat i truly meant somethingi only listened to yourhate—nightmares were so numerousi was walking…