By: Milton P. Ehrlich Casualties of agreed-upon lies fuel their guts with fire and smoke, in a rage that cannot be quelled. They feast on glassy-eyed fish heads that even the seagulls throw away. Buckets of bumblebees sooth the palate. Like…
By: James Aitchison The weather washes away yesterday’s words. Exhausted leaves carpet the feet of scholarly trees. Birds peck at grammar on the roof. The drizzle embraces my solitude. It is a very fine day for writing.
By: Jimmy Coker It was the walk that drew me As though she were going somewhere fast Then the eyes deep and brown. These impressions never fade. We were sixteen What did we know of the tangle of love? I knew…
By: Kayla Swanson Clothed, as in darkness, of serious amethyst hues binding in mystery to reveal hiddenness your secrecy a vague wanderer led by hopes from the inside. Into the din of chatter you enter stiff as a tightrope walker I’m…
By: Steve Lopez Miracle happens Currently helpless but cared It will not last long Ignorance is bliss Everything is fun and games for the time being Cog in the machine Past decisions, bring relief Others some regret Time is running out…
By: Daniel Sou The sound of laughter Is a sound of joy A joy that can spread all around It doesn’t matter what age you are Or what race you are Laughing is for everybody And it will sustain us, so…
By: Andrea Yu A Midnight Walk A sliver of the moon Piercing through pitch black midnight. The girl finds her peace. The “Crazy” Lady People took her to The doctors thinking she needs Help. She just wants love. Trapped in…
By: Aruna Subramanian I start every day thinking to do the right things. I align every act accordingly. When I believe All is well, around me few wrongs happen. Those that you named as wrongs! I still intend to do the…
By: Aruna Subramanian Was I wrong to have taken the wrong as right? Or was I right to not take the right as wrong? Now, Is it right to set the wrong as right? Or is it wrong to slip the…
By: Neal Lipschutz I was alone in the apartment on a late Saturday morning and the phone just kept ringing. My mother didn’t get many calls, though at first I thought it was for her when I picked up and…