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…
By : Amirah Al Wassif When your motherland cries Put your hand on your chest Here, at this home lies Your doctor soul who does his best When your motherland writesHer best letter to your heartRead her touched words in…
By: Ryan Quinn Flanagan Restoration Costs orchid flower of destiny pulling at shoelace earth the riddle unknown and the path queasy fluke worm misgivings all this: taut and barbaric with wetness ticker tape strychnine the edifice unfolds crowds of failed…
By: Steven Lebow Seven thousand suns are a virgin in the sky.I am that virgin who abstains,I am that priest who wears no shoesbecause he owns none. Suns are the gypsies of the sky and we are eunuchs, bound to them….
By Olatubosun David That season when no rain falls Sky underlines blue heaven Searing sun dries the puddles On the farm roads The misty breeze blows In the morning The hills, the mountains Are shrouded in the mist At a…
By Chinese Poet Yuan HongriTranslated by Manu Mangattu The Outer Music In dreams the gods told me that the world is a dreamland So I forgot the honor and disgrace of life, even believe not day and night My body…