By: Allison Grayhurst of mute despair where love is murdered by a flying breath, and old age is a house that never opens, the key was around your neck and suddenly, you were gone. Paint bubbles over into the killing flame….
By: Allison Grayhurst Speak to me in the pestilence of my afternoon, in the dungeon of my self-pity. Speak to me though love has stopped its singing and the arrows of wintry worries sting my weary drum. Speak to me to…
By: Allison Grayhurst the thinning years of a lifespan roped by bitter nightfall the volt of mourning that mourns the range of ambition to success the blind rodent that frees itself of self-preservation the hard days of unknowing that last beyond…
By: Keith Moul At its beginning forty years ago, this poem was formless and void. I don’t remember precisely a sequence of first days and nights, but with Ken there was energy of new light, separate from the dark, big…
By: Keith Moul Discerning fully its act, Genius breaks into a glass house, breaking glass but indifferent to its breaking felony LAW. Tiny splinters now attend Genius, inhibiting a full search. More clattering ensues, stark collapse of weakened walls. Genius understands…
By: Debleena Majumdar The crumpled sheet of paper, Grease stains from yesterday’s Stale chop that been thrown at her, Was her treasure. Wolfing down the hard lump, she Had peered greedily at the paper. Unmindful of the darkness, If only…
By: Linda M Crate all you do is irritate me you are toxic to my health and my happiness so i’ve walked away our friendship was never much years of paltry things i always gave and you always took always…
By: Linda M Crate how many times must i say no before you realize i’ll never say yes? how many times must i say i don’t like you before it clicks? leave me alone i have no interest in dead…
By: Tempest Brew we are small beings in a small universe pretending to be large we are the voice of reason that is stifled because we are mute and do not realize it until much too late.
By Pijush Kanti Deb Dance on chance- the great popular hymn to attack on and conquer a stage to rule on but to me- a chance appeared one night in my bedroom in disguise of a heaven-touching skyscraper but surprisingly…