By: Denny E. Marshall The Collection You collect dreams Handle only with gloves Put them between plastic sheets To keep them new and un-faded Stack like record collection Never play even once Bury sounds and stories Under covers the unknown…
By: Sasheera Gounden Bed of cream Sheet of sugar Hot candle wax and a plate of ice Melting snow Stream of flies Yellow-orange streamers Ladybird years Butterfly wings Flutter
By: Sasheera Gounden You are bare A barren womb Asleep under the fig tree Within fresh dirt White clean stones and bits of calcium Jut from the feet Of the fig tree Fresh black beans and greyscale letters Permanent red circles…
By: Linda M Crate standing in the shadow of who you think you are no one could ever measure up because you’re always looking down your nose, and forgetting to be humble; the only reason you should look down on…
By: Linda M Crate off screen i stand anxious pacing and pacing everyone stares they don’t realize that this is my natural environment wish it was just as simple as letting it go as i’m constantly told to do, but…
By: Linda M Crate sometimes i feel like i fall short of expectations a gasp of air when they were expecting a dragon, but i remind myself i don’t have to exceed anyone’s expectations but my own; i’ll shatter their…
By: Mary P. Douglas The twins astonishingly entered the world on the day they were due The deliveries went as envisioned A boy and a girl, The parents were pleased. The twins’ lives commenced beginning the unspoken, lifetime competition. The…
By: Mary P. Douglas Rocketing to the moon, Stealing a star, maybe two, Observing the universe, Amazed by the view, Wishing I could share it with you, Maybe I am; maybe it’s me, you, and the moon, Sailing leisurely, Drifting…
By: Gauri Kadam The taut wire of a horizon The big ebullient blur of a sun It looked like a fantasy, not an intended pun The watery mirages of the sea fluttering like shirts hung to dry in cool breeze…
By: Robert A. Davies Bunker Hill Monument up the street! 18 year old discoverer come to gather signatures for Wallace. Iron beds wall to wall, such old people he has never seen and they so eager to see him. Though sensing…