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…
By: Denise Marques Leitão My wish, my wish, my wish is to be wise like water, supple like water, strong like water. My wish is to flow and never stop. Float to the skies, move with the wind, then fall and…
By: Robert A. Davies Some with blank faces human and not – these figures I see as I lie in bed prepared to sleep – figures that fade dissolve into walls. Circling in the dark skimming my head — crimson dragons,…
By: Robert A. Davies In our warmest winter ever a winter with many dry days my friend misses the rain that winter rain constant so constant that we scream for an occasional sunny day and then for the usual week of…