By: Jocelyn Mosman your voice on the phone is how I define sorrow I used to wait for the sound to emanate after ring ring ring but these days you tell me not to call you tell me you…
By: Linda M Crate no man is an island they say, but i am no man; i find myself at my most comfortable when i am alone there are no illusions and people pleasing no having to deal with people…
By: Linda M Crate you said i was marie and kikyo always your past love never your last even in the present of the moments we shared together, and i don’t know why i didn’t nail the holes of your…
By: Linda M Crate you’re the devil except you don’t wear prada just tennis shoes, and an attitude more condescending than a strutting male peacock; you think the whole world should bow down and serve your lazy entitled rear— you…
By: JD DeHart From another room, I can see you seeing me. I only know what my hands looks like, and I hate the sound of my own voice recorded, reading back to me. I avoid mirrors when I can….
By: JD DeHart She speaks with the mouth of a creature who begs the stage. She wants, needs, absurdly craves to tell her story over and over and loud. She is confined by her own shackles of perception, caged by…
By: JD DeHart I raise my eyebrow at the dog and he (she?) does not know what I mean. When I hold you close and you make a sound, does that auditory phenomenon mean what I hope it does? When…
The Owl and the Pussycat is a classic nonsense poem by Edward Lear which has always been one of favourite poems since my childhood. I’ve deliberately chosen this poem for today since I feel that every young reader should read…
By: Zunayet Ahammed You’ve hyped my life more than I’ve ever been So a big floral thank you to you for all your love and fragrance you proffer Whenever I cherish someone in my croft You’re there to sit close…
By: Tanmoy Biswas ***** Groom could not be found for Shontu’s sister. She was squint-eyed. She buried her life behind the noisy sewing-machine and inside dumb kitchen. Once Shontu took her and their old mother to Darjeeling. when in the cloud-free…