By: Linda M. Crate cutting myself up in oceans of emotion too long i‘ve mourned your passing in my life no longer will i remain at this funeral; too long i‘ve dwelled in […]
Poem: the girl with the magic smile
Poem: remaining
By: Linda M. Crate i sit on the edge of a lost horizon etched only in days of old wondering for the day i may be discovered or am i the bones dried […]
Poem: the sun comes out again
By: Linda M. Crate this night was dark stretched on for many moons, and when the sunlight finally woke me to the knowledge i was still alive it seemed as if i had […]
Poem: freedom
By: Linda M. Crate “Only from the heart can you touch the sky.” ~Rumi So it could be said all i know of the love comes from heaven all the vibrant intricacies […]
Poem: After Twenty Five Years
By: Jibanananda DasTranslated by: Kousik Adhikari When I last met her in the field- I said, ‘One day in this time Come again, if you desire After twenty five years!’ Saying this I returned […]
Poem: Girls Know Bicycles
By: Kousik Adhikari Girls know bicycles when the sun looks green over the hilltop And the water feels devilish before turn cold, On my way home, I see several of them Riding with […]
Story: Foxfire
By: Raymond Greiner Ivaloo Johnson was 15years old living in a high hollow in the Virginia highlands, the only child of Arlie and Isabelle Johnson. Arlie and Isabelle homesteaded this land in […]
Poem: Velvet benches
By: David Hutt velvet benches and heroin dreams, men with backpacks filled with life slung onto shoulders and walked though streets dragging beards and feet and clumping along with desperation down to the […]
Poem: As good as it gets
By: David Hutt For several nights I kissed her lobotomy eyes, kissed her pre-torn wrists, dissolved her anxieties in our imperfections. She asked me things like, is it possible to love two people? […]
Poem: On the night love padlocks were removed from Pont des Arts
By: David Hutt Tonight I believed the sky could make music. Stars, moon, the trickle of the Seine, I roll myself in a sleeping bag and listen to the sky sing its dirge […]
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