By: Aneesha Roy Dear little Cecilia, sprightly, contumacious, Tiptoed to her room; carefree, audacious, She was to star in a little skit In a few days, too soon. She expected no laurels, no exalted praise, But was determined to give…

By: Aneesha Roy An unsolicited phrase of reproach Escaped my lips today. It was undeserved and rude And perhaps directed at Her rawest nerve. She said nothing much in defence. She was too hurt to speak. No execration, no distasteful…

By: Aneesha Roy She strolls into her study in Her characteristic, Neanderthal gait; Her shoulders drooping, Her skin misted with sweat; Her breath heavy And her day laid waste. She approaches her mahogany desk Under the ornate ceiling And devours…

By: Milt Montague Bows dancing on strings Sounds piercing my heart Searing my soul A plaintive cry Out of the past The Renaissance Reconnecting To the ancients Lights on once more After a long desolate night Viola da Gamba’s sonority…

By: Mit Montague fifteen years ago it arrived barely one foot high a gift from Evelyn’s son Steve after her knee surgery the years have slipped by Evy’s leg healed beautifully restoring pain-free mobility to our active lives the tree…

By: Milt Montague a glass of wine is fine red or white will do as well to relax both mind and body enhance enjoyment of a meal promote conviviality drink a toast to loved ones who make us greater than…

By: Adreyo Sen Those tea shops are the happiest that are unaware that they have a heart, a heart that unseen and lonely and overlooked. calms Impatience fuming in and out to get itself a latte. This tea shop too has…

By: JD DeHart Our walks began at the old house later burned by my uncles, and location of the rust-reddened refrigerator that trapped my oldest brother, nearly killing him. Then our feet would continue past the tin sheet that covered…

By: JD DeHart Two blackbirds sitting on the fence, one slightly lower in its stance, watch us pass by as if they should be two old ladies, reincarnated as birds. Somewhere close, a dove has twigged together a small nest,…

By: JD DeHart Wind shook the world, rattled the leaves and we found ourselves trembling too, traveling to the extremities of the manse, walking among the diligent gardeners silent in their rich dark toils and wars, spraying parasite chemicals, dropping…