By: April Mae M. Berza to breathe the same air that you breathe I share a part of me, a portion of my existence to feel the pulse of the clock I must try […]
Poem: breathing
Poem: to forget you
By: April Mae M. Berza to forget you is to write an elegy when the world rejoices in glee the bliss is an abyss to kiss the fears away to forget you is to […]
Poem: the fall of sakuras
By: April Mae M. Berza witnessing the fall of sakuras is waiting for love to go beyond love love is but a distance, from the tree, the flowers plunge into the abyss like my […]
Poem: A KITE’S FATE
By: Raul G. Moldez Above me, the sun. Beneath me, the trees. Birds give way to me as I savor the wind. Here, hot and cold mix. The atmosphere is lukewarm. My shirt […]
Poem: BLACK ANTS
By: Raul G. Moldez We climb up trees, towers or buildings and crawl on earth, floors or surfaces looking for food. We stockpile them in preparation for the rainy season. We are small […]
Poem: It’s A Wonderful Taste
By: Anthony J. Langford Streaming slates of light Room encrusted gold Music soars, billowing Even in silence Possibilities in motion There’s a feeling Stronger than love Not from within But externalized Expanding […]
Poem: Allowing a love to die is not a murder
By: Anthony J. Langford Take a look around Close quarters In rounded wholes This is the life you’ve created A home Where you reside At least physically With another. Once joyous Where […]
Poem: Arena of Flight
By: Anthony J. Langford Large house Small space kept regularly Remove sleeping As percent time In one apartment sized Tripping over faces Foot in mouth Six people Laughing, yelling Driving each other […]
Poem: Invitation Not Required
By: Anthony J. Langford Online Too easy to dismiss Ignore Or misplace Turn the cheek Without eyeing the face. It’s not that the intent is bad Or the words cliché But that […]
Book Review: Poetry In The Age of Impurity
By: Sai Diwan “The poet has become a lost voice on the horizon, a cultural presence and prophetic voice we imagine still exists, but is not really near at hand.” Many have […]
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