By: Priya Anand Silence stumbles through the ruins Crumbled walls no barrier Moths with latticed wings with A short life span spent traversing Ivory tiles now shards with fungal edges A mottled tail suggests dangers foretold Disappears beneath the forest…
By: Geosi Gyasi You’re the first I ever kissed Your milky lips flows without pause You’re the first who taught me how to suck the juices from your nipples You’re the first I put to test: by calling you “love”…
By: Geosi Gyasi (To A Wife To Be) The dream is almost vivid mid-night dream in a bed of water guess which present you represent? The clue to my dream is in your dream On this day I cease to…
By: Allison Grayhurst of mute despair where love is murdered by a flying breath, and old age is a house that never opens, the key was around your neck and suddenly, you were gone. Paint bubbles over into the killing flame….
By: Allison Grayhurst Speak to me in the pestilence of my afternoon, in the dungeon of my self-pity. Speak to me though love has stopped its singing and the arrows of wintry worries sting my weary drum. Speak to me to…
By: Allison Grayhurst the thinning years of a lifespan roped by bitter nightfall the volt of mourning that mourns the range of ambition to success the blind rodent that frees itself of self-preservation the hard days of unknowing that last beyond…
By: Keith Moul At its beginning forty years ago, this poem was formless and void. I don’t remember precisely a sequence of first days and nights, but with Ken there was energy of new light, separate from the dark, big…
By: Keith Moul Discerning fully its act, Genius breaks into a glass house, breaking glass but indifferent to its breaking felony LAW. Tiny splinters now attend Genius, inhibiting a full search. More clattering ensues, stark collapse of weakened walls. Genius understands…
By: Debleena Majumdar The crumpled sheet of paper, Grease stains from yesterday’s Stale chop that been thrown at her, Was her treasure. Wolfing down the hard lump, she Had peered greedily at the paper. Unmindful of the darkness, If only…
By: Linda M Crate all you do is irritate me you are toxic to my health and my happiness so i’ve walked away our friendship was never much years of paltry things i always gave and you always took always…