By: Ian Fletcher They crucified Him but He rose again or so they claimed to vanquish death and worldly pain. Who would have thought people as meek as these could bring proud Rome to its knees and thus fall under His…
By: Aruna Subramanian Flying across the blue spread sky flapping my wings filled with thoughts, Swimming across the squirming stream wandering the mountains wrapped with trees, Splashing on the rocks Drowning in the falls Rising formless I roam in ruins on…
By: Aekta Khubchandani Hold me like you hold words between paper pages of ink and type- that paperback place that once smelled of life. Hold me like slices of meat between your tongue and teeth that glaze through butter plated on…
By: Aekta Khubchandani She may never have been happy but she was content, that night. An empty house, setting strawberry runners, a glass of cool sweet milk, a shallow dish of blueberries bathed in cream- there were moments of such stitched…
By: Lawrence Hur My sister’s bag was filled to the brim. I had to reach under her desk to reach for the candy. Her anger toward me was like a teacher scolding a bad student. The combination of chocolate and caramel…
By: Lawrence Hur The lights dimmed as the movie began. I reclined the seat as far as it could go. I saw the sadness in his eyes. He was salty like a plate of fries. I’m sorry I forgot to invite…
By: Kathleen Connolly Crystal glasses clink together as mom sets the patio table for tea. Her bones rub together and she is more skeleton than skin. It is August now, the third summer since Dad’s passing. She is seventy-eight and still…
By: Miguel Carlos Lazarte Escaping never-endings I am left a story in half its wit When it returns, the pages scatter Numbers – in eye – by paragraphs Like a shroud encumbering The soul A comet, heavenly; floating Half-remembered characters It…
By: Yevgeniya Przhebelskaya A – Woman – Poet A woman wants to give and lead, A poet wants to write and read. For poet – peace and audience, For woman – love and sustenance. A poet is impulsive, free, A woman…
By: Mary Bone Oblivion Sharp pencils Blank pages Waiting for inspiration- I throw paint, Write words And they bounce Off the walls Into oblivion. 2. Diamonds in the Sky The diamonds that caught my eye, Weren’t found in a jewelry…