By: Sandeep Kumar Mishra Immigrant pregnant clouds in this high time Preparing to deliver aerial showers, Huge watery vessels, like a developed baby Too heavy to hold in atmospheric womb; With lightening proclaiming over the vastness Of the supply of life…
By: Sandeep Kumar Mishra In upper part of my body A cognitive bell rings From a dial up connection of live wires; The modem is working JUST To repeatedly provide the facsimile of Barren and bald paths; Inner lumbering of daily…
By: Linad M Crate i will surrender my heart and soul to none make sure you stand down not step to me because i am the daughter of the moon i have wolves, oceans, and primordial rage older than trees…
By: Linda M Crate i never told you that i loved you because truthfully you were always with someone else, and i knew or at least i consoled myself with you didn’t feel the same way in return; i was…
By: Linda M Crate i refuse to sacrifice the light within to the darkness out there because the world deserves better we need more lighthouses among the storms to guide the dreamers home, and if i can be of use…
By: JD DeHart During our most recent game of “Are They Dating or Are They Married?” at our favorite seafood restaurant, the researchers noted a distinct inclination toward the negative – This was not the cantankerous negative experienced with certain…
By: Zunayet Ahammed YOU are a safe home Like the sunshine after rain Living far away from me But always living in my sweet dome With love and respect. YOU are a box of fragrance, A symbol of classical affluence…
By: Anca Mihaela Bruma We are the Children of Time, our dew drops mirror our World, crossing the edges of eternal visions as strings of inception crossing immortal times. We move along with and through Time, seeking the effervescence of future…
By: David Lohrey Trish: yes, she was the varsity slut at my high school. It’s so great having memories. I remember it all. Male and female electric sockets. Krystal’s hamburgers, 4 for a dollar, and a chocolate shake for a quarter….
By: David Lohrey The deplorables are deplorable. That’s the ticket. They don’t care. The men’s bellies show beneath their shrunken T-shirts. The women’s asses block the aisle at Trader Joe’s. Their children say fuck and shit like that. They’re incorrigible. The…