By: Zunayet Ahammed We are helpless And our helplessness is full of sweetness and light We have come from absolute darkness And through darkness one day We all will be lost into lonely darkness As loneliness is the identity of…
By: Zunayet Ahammed Symphony is fading away Tigers in us bawling Seeing tube-roses weeping In the waste land of Spring. We visualize the pretensions and nakedness Of so-called men who like “faluda” Nowadays No rosy rain coming Out of the…
By: Wylie Strout The evening before tomorrow The evening after last Sitting, desiring, wishing and hoping That change will come alas How I wish I could be profound And yet all I am able to unfold Is a mold that…
By: Wylie Strout A beaver with his shoulders slouched sits on my couch while a cat paws its way. I rose in a daze with a bird in the cupboard. Back up. Summoning the beaver with little effect. Never had…
By: Kimberly Potter Kendrick Analytical she is Retrospective Perplexed by the manifestation That Tuesday Night The problem, pain Always the same Never-ending pain No light exists pain Hopeless pain Intense pain That Tuesday Night Solution-focused Problem Solution A decision A…
By: Kimberly Potter Kendrick Opening her eyes she could not see Blackness filled the air Not a speckle of light anywhere Reaching her hands about Familiarity The softness of the yellow sheets A feather pillow On her knees she crawled…
By: Gabriella Garofalo 1. Does it account for Eve’s lover? Sometimes artists get high Or maybe it wasn’t good mud – Anyway cicadas sing, grass and trees are freebies, You’d like to meet him, but run into men, women With their…
By: Kimberly Potter Kendrick He desired rain boots, specifically Red Rain Boots She being she and him being him She knows wants are not needs He knows what he wants He knows her She knows him Together they scheme Stores…
By: G. Louis Heath His brother had been too soft, not soft like his Mom, just weak. In his brother was enough of his mercurial, entrepreneurial, indulgent Dad to spoil him and enough of his gentle Mom to soften him,…
By: G. Louis Heath Our summer cottage stood at a bend in the creek, a beautiful spot on Earth, unlike no other to us. Here our family memories, good and bad, found a home. It was our special place infused…