By: Joker Ragtag Globe the globe is not so round as one might think rather flat in places rising and falling where we can easily taste it differences not so great after all. Tunnel I do not know the way the…

By: Chaitali Gawade I mould myself to the needs of the moment as the warmth spreads through me, shaping myself against the contours I am poured in. I melt. The thread immersed in me is rough so I soften it. A…

By: Chaitali Gawade  Lady Red’s eyes were lemon green, the colour of the dinosaur shape soap I use every day. She went with me to play school, to the park, to the dining table and even to bed. A perpetual silly…

By: Zunayet Ahammed After happiness Comes sadness When sadness exists The past essence of happiness Brings nothing, imparts nothing Except intensifying sadness Everything then seems murky Dreams find no ways Desire shrivels The whiff of kamani appears meaningless The floating beauty…

By: Zunayet Ahammed Love means You And me Love means always To feel each other madly Love means longing for Each other sitting side by side Love means to walk In the spring water Below the hills at sunset Love means…

By: Chuck Orloski Mainstream meteorologists never saw such Jersey winds brewing and aimed at the South Carolina coast. An age old knowledge about “no W.M.D.s in Saddam’s arsenal” slipped into even remote shanty barrooms of the ancient Sandhills. Newsflash: Hurricane Donald…

By: Chuck Orloski McMurdo Station, Valentine’s Day, 2016 It is wartime on the continent! There’s ice, ice, more ice gone and my purple fingers reached out to God for elections and a carry permit. Into his white shadow, I dare…

By: Leena The monstrous maddening megalopolis; Obscure and replusive yet inviting. Home to a billion- mirage seekers, who withstand,endure &nurse their dreams behind the fringes of misery: waiting for their turn lest chase and collapse at the door frame of…

By: Linda M Crate i am a moon child sensitive and kind emotional and deep loony and lunar, but like my moon mother i also have a dark side; can become a wolf tear you to pieces for all the…

By: Linda M Crate there’s such judgment in your eyes i know you couldn’t possibly be a friend you’re too willing to jump down my throat and pull taut the wings of my dreams until they cut and crumble upon…