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Poem: The Focus Lens

By: JD DeHart Take one from the sixth floor, The passerby. On his way to some waterfall Or casual acquaintance. Loping, coffee in hand, Does he think, ponder, look up At me, a creature on the cloud Encased by white outlines…

Poem: Spread the Word

By: JD DeHart The word is suddenly A filet, indelicately butterflied. The word is suddenly The prospective worker eviscerated By the pomposity of interviewers. Let us show you our two question-one Question punch, they declare. Waste of paper products for degrees….

Poem: bloody mary

By: Sajan George your lips are contaminated dermis disfigured by the white lie you pronounce almost spontaneously -love you- masquerading a metaphysical insecurity

Poem: bisexing

By: Sajan George exorcised from home braving rape by father incest with sibling for keeping virginity intact she is limping, loitering in the x-rayed streets; a safer venue by all accounts despite late night exfoliation by some thousand homegrown eunuchs reclaiming…

Poem: Death of a dream

By: Neelam Singh It sprang forth like a majestic veil Desires indwelling colors of many Rainbow delight The delight to soar To rise up above all Desire to feel the wind in my wings Stormy winds A dark night Where’s…

Poem: Magic and Mystery

By: Kousik Adhikari Many years passed since I have stopped to ask you, Many years since there is a thunder blue hail storm near my windows, Around my coffee table and the clouds blossoming over the sky Of our room,…

Poem: When

By: Kousik Adhikari When I stopped at the turn, the path was heavy With the flowers, dropped after the sudden downpour of April rain Like a girl, loaded with an embryo, looked desperate and shy. Looking at the horizon, I…

Poem: you let it go

By: Linda M. Crate the pale of the moon fading into night that was our love, and you just let it go blow away like some fog resting on the heartbeat of the lake; you were not the man you…

Poem: Remembering Scars

By: Linda M. Crate  i wonder if you remember all the things you said to me, but somehow i’m the bad guy because you bullied me; i remember how helpless i felt when even the vile guidance counselor took your…

Poem: The Rhino-Skin and Goggles

By: Pijush Kanti Deb A poor hand- quite naked and flexible, needs a trust-worthy amulet made of rhino skin and a goggles to cover up its ocular confusions and hesitations- the outcome of a dual fought in its heart between…