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Poem: Rabbits

By: Ed Krizek In the meadow at the edge of the wood a rabbit lies bleeding. Entrails devoured by a predator. Everything has to eat. At the final moment the little animal’s cries resound across the meadow. Worms and insects…

Poem: God of My Mother

By: Ed Krizek My mother believed that after she died her spirit would live on forever with those of her lost loved ones. She would watch over me and my sister and hear the words we muttered to her presence…

Poem: heartless fox

By: Linda M Crate i fancied you an angel but i was wrong your halo is broken and your wings are black, the song on your lips is the blue lipped death you wish upon all your victims; and i…

Poem: humanity and devils

By: Linda M. Crate every time i want to give up on humanity deem them all devils there’s always one random act of kindness that warms my heart, and i am forced to realize there is still some goodness in…

Poem: my tapestry is my own

By: Linda M. Crate i linger when i know i should be gone because there is no other place for me to be, and i see their eyes judging me; but i have nowhere to go, it’s as if they…

Poem: Phantoms of Death

By: Chandra S Dubey They came masqueraded like goblins, phantoms of death In some animated comics we had seen in thrill of joy Bodies covered , guns in their hands but souls naked, And then opened fire hitting our heads,…

Poem: there was a puppy

crushed to death in utter din on its way to across the river of vehicles in a rush of honking cars, pickups, SUVs in broad day light its entrails laid flat with wheels mercilessly grinding them to dust will the world…

Poem: Still

By: Pijush Kanti Deb Still enchanting the fragrance of the naked rural soil- playful in the rain now captive in the odor of burnt lime and rusted iron. Still reverberating the sweet tweeting of the feathered singers in the poor…

Poem: A work call

By: Debleena Majumdar A friend called at work, Stepping onto the battleground. Narrowly missing the latest new missile, A strategic powerpoint file. A friend called at work, Reminding me of the plans made for lunch. But it was not A good…