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…
By: Sravani Singampalli Many feel that the traditional forms Of poetry are the best, A haiku must always follow A 5-7-5 syllable pattern And a poem must follow The specific meters. If you force a child To follow your notions He…
By: Terry Brix Day started with a hot coal ember sunrise wedged between trunk and limb of Lodgepole Pine, streaks and herds of black gray buffalo clouds trampling the blue making white cloud dust. All day snow, rain and hail playing…
By: Terry Brix Free womb rent from my mother—Val, genetic gift from my father—Art. Borrowed those passion-interlocked, semen-egg-woven DNA helixes never to give them back, only half-back to my wife mate in turn. Borrowed money from the banks, three plates full…
By: Adreyo Sen Are we to be loved in pieces? The smile you force out of us with some sudden strange act of sweetness, the red in our cheeks when we are fixed by your hawk-like eyes, the slenderness of our…
By: Adreyo Sen We are forever young until our smile first makes you smile and we know our heart is you and thus we know our heart to be frail, and maimed, and perhaps even broken. And so we slip into…
By: Aruna Subramanian Questions piled up as I hesitated to reply I dodged a few knowing or unknowing. When I embrace the unknowns, The knowns started to leave. Now, my path is filled with some familiar queries and a few new…