By: KJ Hannah Greenberg Where do the woods part, castles touching the sky, Succulent dropes growing pulsed to common lies? When is a kitten sinking, drowning in the river, Watched by a school girl drilled not to save her? How long…
By: KJ Hannah Greenberg In most remote corners, mayhap, where societies cut loose, Sauntering away from municipalities’ dry toast-quaffing Patients, stoned artists suffering alimentary misfortunes, Paid rumors of: plastic pony rape, alopecia, and debt, Circulate ‘round factories, enrich thieves, cure halitosis,…
By: JD DeHart To take the word and conjure it in mixed media, to take another’s narrative and wrap it in our own metaphor, playing the game of placing or noting emerging codes, to take many paragraphs and truncate them…
By: JD DeHart Now, I’m really not a bad reaper, just happen to be born this way. Imagine me, if you can, pressed from the womb in a dark hood. Some people choose jobs, some jobs… well, they’re compelled by…
By: Abishake Koul I count the number of flights I have taken this year I don’t post any statuses or spam social media I am not sure what is the break even to gloat about it But I sure feel tired…
By: Abishake Koul It’s just an illusion, my friend Even the pain isn’t real at times Love begets love is propaganda And Romeo didn’t die Only the dumb know such stuff Some who can’t speak And some who don’t say…
By: Dr. Neeraja Mani lifetime ,settled its eyes within the last flame of the dying fire it flew around the lantern cursing all the worthless days passed Silently suffocated within the tearfull channel over the cheeks wished to sleep eternally into…
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….