By: Aruna Subramanian My pallid days become a colorful palette in many rainy evenings by the countless colors of pretty parasols you hold up for me. Let’s paint the path with love and joy as we saunter beneath a bubble holding…
By: Arthur J. Willhelm I have a dog This dog is full Of love and Affection He sleeps on An armchair While humanity Rips itself Apart While wars are Fought And man gets ahead By stepping on Other men I’m not…
By: William Wren The human heart retreats. It recedes as it progresses. It devolves as it evolves, reversing as it beats. The human heart beats backwards but that isn’t how it starts. An infant, it moves forward with a million expectations….
By: Surabhi Kaushik Look into my eyes and you will see my wounds still raw as fresh meat my frozen tears that never flowed through the walls of my heart for they have now turned into stone Your smile is kind…
By: Kimberly Potter Kendrick By the age of one and a half, Little One obviously unusual, maybe a bit odd, but gave the sweetest kisses, but only after he stopped licking A quirky baby was he, spending warm mornings soaking…
By: Kimberly Potter Kendrick Standing in the doorway with tears streaming down her face, lashing out pain, frustration, helplessness Choking back tears listening to her daughter’s words, observing how beautiful she is, long hair shimmering in the sunlight The sparkle…
By: Beaubo Creases in my heart. Flaws of my soul. And you, my estranged, what do you desire through the condemnation, disorientation, magnification, distortion, and manipulation? Solace, my purported, Beloved?
By: Kimberly Potter Kendrick Will you still love me when the sky changes from sunshine to rain Will you still love me the same When my eyes of blue close forever Will you love me Will you despise I was…
By: Richard Luftig I was about six when Grandpa stopped by on his way home from work. He smiled at me, said: You’ll never guess what I have under my hat. He doffed his fedora and I saw his hair, brown,…
By: Richard Luftig I tried to explain them to a Millennial once but it didn’t take. How they looked: squat, dressed in their sheer plastic. Mouths wide open in perpetual surprise. And always those B-sides: I’m a Hog for You Baby….