By: Neil Ellman Blast in Silence (after the painting by Rameshwar Broota) In this silent universe there are blasts concussions and resolutions we are not allowed to hear among the chaos of colliding stars and planets galactic winds through empty space…
By: Ian Fletcher No ordinary English professor he sprinkled his conversation and copious literary criticism with trendy scientific terms as if to imply he could grasp the mysteries of the cosmos as easily as those of poetry. He talked of the…
By: Ben Wright Shadow Person I’m still not sure of my favorite season, nor if I’m a morning person or an evening person, but I do love dawn and dusk – those times when the sun is hiding behind the…
By: Jimmy Sharma Love Love is not wanted or needed It is the exuberance like the way tiny rain Droplets create a stir in your soul The vibration is not planned It resonates then and there Then it stays forever You…
By: Dan A. Cardoza Ending Roads We cross the Sierras at dawn; first Reno, then further East, just as the sun cuts open the belly of the sky––it bleeds rouge, right down to the highway, now gathering its shinny black ribbon…
By: Nicholas X. Bush There’s nothing magical about it, nor is it a structural issue—plenty of languages gallop from subject to verb in neat, Germanic fashion. It’s the idiosyncrasies and idioms, causing confusion to run rampant through dictionaries, thesauruses, and emoticons…
By: Nicholas X. Bush The plan is to recognize the setting, the earlier, the better. Early autumn’s crisp air is a foil to the willing suspension of objectivity. And midsummer brings nightmarish heat. May is the kindest month, followed closely by…
By: Margarita Serafimova Harbour I am entering, the waters are sparkling. Ζεύς (Zeus) I resolved to bear my loss of you as a swan bears upon the curves of her neck the atmosphere. The River took me away from you, and…
By: Rimli Bhattacharya She loved to dream an outlier she was Ink ran through her veins. She believed in love as love gave her locution to fill the void with string of words. Yes she was a dreamer – She had…
By: Denise O’Hagan Pine nuts at lunchtime It was in the way of things That a casual sighting in a supermarket trolley In front of me of a packet of nuts And I was a girl again Delighting in that…