By: Kimberly Potter Kendrick A screaming baby Vicious tantrums as a child A voice resounding; resembling the striking a wrong note on the piano Living in a fantasy world making friends with her dolls With them she shared all her ideas,…
By: Kimberly Potter Kendrick Memories diminished Her name he recalled Stroking his skin Kissing his forehead Profound denial Terminal, incomprehensible She reminisced Daddy’s little girl Her protector She tumbled He plucked her up Tossed her high Giggling as she towered…
By: Linda M Crate i wonder how long it will take them to realize they voted for a man who doesn’t support them? voting is more than picking the pro-life candidate over the pro-choice one, and what irritates me the…
By: Linda M Crate i’ll never understand how this happened, and i don’t want to believe in a future without hope; i keep praying somehow this is just a nightmare that i will wake up and the results will be…
By: Linda M Crate it’s the morning after, and i feel so numb and broken; like my wings have been not only clipped but pinned to the ground— how could hate win? why did we let this happen? i’m so…
By: Wylie Strout A stout woman with Her aged shoulders Broadly raised Flicking sticky tentacles here and there Birthing tentacles yes, here and there Oh, Mother of mine A tough old lady’s aspirations: throbbing, growing, dreaming, tugging, pulling, seizing Seeking the…
By: Wylie Strout Forgive me, for being human For being someone you did not expect to find For being true to myself For forgetting Forgive me, for having a spiritual side For being marginal at life For seeking new ground,…
I was ceaselessly awake Tweeting Typing Tapping Trundling Tumbling In the hope to see Sonam Gupta Have I heard it right ‘Sonam Gupta bewafa hai’? I left no denomination without Scribbling Striking Stroking Shooting Sending In the hope to defame…
By: J.W. Kash You meet so many people in life You see so many things You hear so many promises and plans Vision and Ideas Projects, trips, collaborations, art, dreams Oh yes yes yes Words words words I am guilty…
By: Denise Marques Leitão No, no. I’m not aiming for some pre-established aesthetic. I want to be willing to be ridiculous, pathetic. Tear away all these layers that have never kept me safe. Why lacquer my words then? Instead, I’ll speak…