By: Claire Scott the other day wearinga heavy overcoattall rubber bootsa plaid scarf wrappinghis heavenly neckcoughing, his voice nasal fromscotch and cigaretteslooking slightly stoutlooking slightly bentstubble on his divine cheeksoccasional nose picking a bit grouchy, complaints ofstuck bowels, arthritic knees he…
Did he mourn the demise of his old mother who‘d walked into the sunset forever? Did he confront the flashbacks of unforgettable moments which billowed from the smoky ashes? Was he dying for the golden moments he had once lived because…
By: Sonali Raj He will go out on his bicycle when no one rides bicycles except dressed in fluorescent; He will go in everyday clothes, take the dullest road, by the ruins idle boys play cricket in, by the city drains,…
By: Sonali Raj don’t say i used your body …….say liquor women whisky …….husk women liquor city musk, your eyes …….lie about where you’ve been
By: Harrison Maxwell Peter Haines The Pastor’s hand slipped through the holy water nimbly, like the babbling tide of blood filled oceans. Baptised in autumn he stands in the rain, droplets sketch his lips and drown his dark green irises….
By: Deeya Bhattacharya Far-flung bell-beat of wings Flapping against the orange sky In the sun-kissed beach of Any sea-side city- Reminds me of a firm and desolate Tie with myself My mind and soul vie Contrary to each other- The sparkling…
By: Amanda Trujillo I will listen to you grind your teeth; your impatience growing much like trees, slow, steady until their branches reach to the heaven above – cool breezes, on a particular rainy day, my soul you’ll take. Snow melting,…
By: Amanda Trujillo Exhaustion besieges my eyelids, first the drought officers settle into the wedges of my eye sockets. ….…The less-than ….…spaces, ….…that embrace my nasal bones. Close behind, is the cargo deputy with an ample load for my eyelids….
By: LeeEl Yehezkel An old house, a bad paint job, and three old men in the doorway to match; George, Joseph, and Eli. Around them, a children’s soccer game is in motion, and their joking threats escape into the air….
By: Shagnik Saha I can’t see, fragile sepals shroud me, Wisps of the sun I glimpse, I hear the tumult, distant melody, Unlike the calm inside, suffocating insanity, There is so much to do, So much to be, All, If I’ll…