By Olatubosun David The irony is when they all compete to survive the onslaught of the hunger that feeds on human flesh in the land of surplus Seers have ceased to see fine Their eyes are feeble Their visions are…
By: Alex Phuong Michigan writer, Carol Smallwood is currently one of the most prolific authors writing today. Credited with numerous books, she continues to publish poetry on a wide variety of topics. She has also received acclaim for her artistic merit and…
By: Alyssa Trivett We sat at the round table in afternoon dust as the revolving doors roller skated in frigid breeze and our froggy throats talked about the weather and how your treatment went. And we sat with folded hands…
By Linda M Crate impaling goddess the creek stones glittering like jewels will be my crown i am not in need of a hero because i save myself so if you’re looking for a damsel in distress, i’m sorry you…
By: Eterigho Oghenekome Humphrey SWEET MEMORIES Memories, don’t ask me of the last names I loved- Tell winds to halt echoing their whispers to my head; For my travelling feet leave them behind each year- Away from my eye’s sight, they…
By: James Croal Jackson 2014 Of course I remember how to be alone, how to drag a lawn chair out to smoke a shore and offer loneliness a bottle. But there you would meet me on a staircase of sand and…
By: Rimli Bhattacharya Death exists, Though she denied it, In front of her lay the lifeless soul of her son, He was buoyant day before yesterday. But today – Death exists, The mother in her wailed, Her world has gone…
By: Connie Woodring Birth… No choice here. An infant is placed on a roller coaster seat. The operator asks nonchalantly, “Oops! Did I fasten the seat belt?” after the car has made its initial climb. Gender… An exaggerated, distorted extravaganza of…
By Chinese Poet Hongri Yuan Translated by Yuanbing zhang Gold birds, ah! Flew above my head A golden ribbon Spreading out to me from the sky I saw the golden mountains Smiling at me in the distance The layers of…
By: Lauren Lubrino The road leads to the edge of the map Eroded gravel, torn billboards, a ship graveyard Arthur Kill’s museum of nautical failures Floating metal skeletons, landmark of years gone by “Keep out” is scribbled in graffiti On the…