By: Dr. James G. Piatt In the room Where the broken Vase exists Dead roses weep In sorrow, Darkness Covers the Rumpled bed, Splintered glass The diary… unfinished, Too late… Lost in Shadows, A window Broken by False promises Of love…
By: Dr. James G. Piatt I smelled of Birch leaves, a Flowing brook, small pebbles and Youth. My heart was composed of Summer flowers, bumble bees, and The scent of timelessness, my mind Contained colorful ancient rhythms, New poems, and thoughts…
By: Kousik Adhikari I look at your face, Silly face! Any river leaving Its dust ridden track in magic spell? You stood looking, The window is beautiful, I know. Remind me when the winter comes, Tell me when the streets…
By: Kris Price The owl speaks too: Raggedy, obese, dirty old slobs, Mortality is a weightless spoon and Education is a basket full of flowery looks. Religion is a meticulous tune and Critical Thinking is hidden away in nooks. The…
By: Kris Price The day’s bone gnawed through the blue winter frost that surrounded the bum on the street corner. He flicked his silver lighter to make a small fire in the barrel that was in front of him. The…
By: Kris Price I sip my pilsner looking up at the glistening golden cockatoo and parrot. Stoic just like my beer on the tattered oak. How did they come up with the name Top Hat? The rings now evaporated under my…
By: Hana Khalyleh A dingy harem, scattered with junkies, Stinking of lust and dusty Forget-Me-Nots A black-veiled, crimson-lipped beauty Night-haired and spacey-eyed Purple painted nails laced with cigarette smoke And a stubby cigarette laced with moonlight Skulks to my side…
By: Hana Khalyleh I know a place of pepper moon Where sunlight streams through cotton clouds Where snow flakes dance upon your nose And trees sing shades of green so proud I know a place where lightning tickles And thunder’s…
By: Hana Khalyleh How Far Does a Child Stretch? A horrible question, I know, but isn’t that what aging is? Rising more paper thin after every scraped knee and memory scabbed over, Yet taller and taller after each step? We measure…
By: Monika Nair Dark and dense as the color in my veins, The ink laughed hard, about to run through the paper white, Beginning to start an end, I mused over what to write. A few words won’t be enough for…