By: Anupama Kadwad Odor is such a strong sense many beautiful memories linked with it. Exhilarating smell of mud after the first rains. Invigorating smell of incense sticks linked with prayers. Exuberant smell of new books associated with first day of…
By: Anupama Kadwad Rocking back and forth with a creaking sound can still envision him sitting on the chair At the strike of seven rushed to catch our place by his feet tiny eager faces waited in anticipation huddled close by…
By: Frankie Lyon PART ONE (Paris) My tongue is the beginning of trouble, My body the end. Some days I am an outlaw. I see things Others don’t: grime At the bottom of the canal. Organ-grinders Moving fast behind every…
By: Constance Woodring Every day we hear your name, you always sound the same. You got war in your nose. It doesn’t matter where you buy your clothes. You’re a shot in the dark, waiting to make your mark. We can…
By: Gerard Sarnat Walking new body on Frisco’s Embarcadero Pacifica Radio radical paranoia in general but now specifically about how radioactive left titanium knee & hip are alt-right gov’t’s way to get back at moi for protesting Trump. Despite hard…
By: Adam Levon Brown I was blessed with the divine madness! I have been chosen to spread this holy litany of this chewed on word. The blood which courses through my veins is infused with the strain of the Serpent Biting…
By: Adam Levon Brown (Inspired by the Poetry of Derrick C.Brown) I walked up to a woman drinking sweet tea She resembled Mary Magdalene with a touch of “Bitch, I’ll cut you if you touch me” I asked her If I…
By: Adam Levon Brown Motorboat silence cracks the open wave Mist falls on your parched ears While music enters through your rattling lungs Pomegranate lips squeeze through the open blind-shade Oleander sepulcher splattered on Pink Floyd’s Wall Departure from mainstream reality…
By: Dichter I, a priest, am waiting behind the magic rainbow, in the beautiful Druid-temple, illuminated by the fire, that does not burn brightly, but shimmers such the magical jack-o’-lantern its sparks and sparkles are called the earthly sea of wonderful…
By: William Ogden Haynes It was one of those billiard halls that was known for strong cocktails, great tables and a high probability of picking up a date. Often, he was lucky enough to meet a woman who asked him to…