Written by Chinese Poet Hongri Yuan Translated by Yuanbing zhang Who is sitting in the heaven and staring at me? Who is sitting in the golden palace of tomorrow? Who is smilling? The golden staff in his hand Flashing the…
By: Ann Christine Tabaka The wind is a restless lover, ever on the move. The wind is a jealous lover, claiming all within its path. The wind is an angry lover, bellowing like a runaway freight train as it races through…
By: Ann Christine Tabaka Walking past the old dwelling, looking in through doleful eyes. She is an abandoned house, tenebrous windows, crumbling walls. Visions of the past haunt her rooms, as she combs through the disarray. A dark shadow lurking in…
By: Ann Christine Tabaka Overhead a fan slowly spins, as the heat of the night closes in on me. Beginning of the end or end or the beginning, not knowing which way to turn. I close my eyes. I see brilliant…
By: Timothy Nguyen After the summer The cold wind will draw closer Sun shall set sooner Frost coats the dark air Aurora colors the sky Here comes the solstice Petals will blossom Trees leaves will begin anew Equinox is near. The…
By: Nate Elias I’ve eaten from the nest, buried bones enough to pick my pale heart’s flesh from the ocean’s coral teeth. What crow corpse weeps without marring a lover in its wings? A harbor night, turbulent foam beneath our…
By: Rohan Sankhla A mixed assortment of colours, I had seeked to be pure. Hostile to the bond amongst my pallette I had for so long endured, my mind lied in the essence of white. After much altercation and unsuitable manner,…
By: Linda M Crate they’ll burn you even if you aren’t a witch they’ll burn you simply for being a woman they’ll burn you if you don’t choose their path of mediocrity, and i have never wanted their box; i…
By: Linda M Crate you want a villain? well, fine, i will forge myself from all the fire you’ve thrown at me; you’ve got the courage to die? because i will stop showing mercy, and i will hammer out lightening…
By: Linda M Crate i’ve got a lot of rage in me yet someone says you mellow as you age, but at this rate i’m going to be calm as a forest fire when i’m eighty; sometimes i think this annoyance…