By: Linda M Crate if only you held your love as high as you hold your ego i tried so hard to give you all the space you needed, but the distance you placed between us killed me inside; i…
By: Pijush Kanti Deb The congregation of great probabilities- as these are so defined and witnessed wandering always around something good, comprising of some heart-soothing goodness as these are already estimated and perceived- under or over, can build their nests…
By: Pijush Kanti Deb Before it’s too late and the Sun sets in the lap of never ending barren night a line of control is ought to be drawn around the dogmatic sons and daughters and their tearful parents and…
By: Pijush Kanti Deb It is not necessary on the part of a hunter and his casting of arrows to keep company with the guidelines, sometimes misleading and confusing to a hunter to reach his goal and its shadow- equally…
A poem is believed to be music to the ears – when murmured, hummed, spoken or sung. If it sounds perfect when read and spoken, it has passed the first and the most important test. Meaning and imagination are two…
By: Debleena Majumdar Right behind the corner, Right below the neon lights, Springs up everyday, The pop-up marketplace. What will you buy today? Designations decked up In priceless crystals, Buzzwords weighed by A kg of likes and shares, What will…
By: Debleena Majumdar It’s morning; I feel it. From behind the choke Of the closed curtains From below the shroud Of the bedcovers I reach out my hand To my trusted friend “Get out of bed” app. Black screen stares back….
By: JD DeHart There is a flaming sword, for sure, still guarding the door. I am sure the tree still exists inside, just beyond the gate, producing fruit useful for tempting an absent audience.
By: JD DeHart chewy is my first reaction upon taking a bite, small salad with pink bits I did not immediately register. deep fried, but then all tastes the same deep fried, but at least we have the slow river…
By: Linda M Crate the truth is we haven’t spoken in many moons oceans have cut across us, and there is no whisper that could sew us back together; what we once had was gone enjoy the fact that it…