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Poem: karma’ll kick you

By: Linda M Crate i don’t know why it took me so much longer for me to recover over you when you forgot about me once i was out of sight and out of mind, and i don’t know why…

Poem: phoenix threat

By: Linda M Crate you are a lotus clinging to the water some desperate hymn of color that copies some forgotten symphony of sunset insisting that you’re original, and you can fool some people sometimes; but i’m too clever to…

Poem: 1false prophet

By: Linda M Crate trails of eros cling to your lips lisping some remedy beneath indigo lined nights cut with silver moonlight and the gleaming jewels of a sunset’s surrender, you seem to forget that there’s more to life than…

Poem: To the first ones

By: Civa Bhusal I adore everything- That came first in my life The first book I read The first game I played The first lap – I slept on The first alphabet – I learnt At school The first day…

Poem: Memories

  By: Civa Bhusal One day, All the people we saw in our life leave us in solitude… Just like the drops of water Leaving the topmost part of the hills Every year We change calendar And hang a new one…

Poem: Wolf Down the Hall

By: Dovile Mark When I was young There lived a wolf Down the hall of our apartment building My parents called him a neighbor He might have even had a name I don’t remember He would appear outside our door…

Poem: Secrets

By: Dovile Mark His job was to collect secrets Finding out who had access to the information Learning to make friends I knew where the secrets hid Stacked up like delicious cookies on top of each other In a jar…

Poem: Therapy at the DVA

By: Richard D. Hartwell Sitting here at the VA listening, more than ten wars’ worth of lives and lies told by veterans, wondering sometimes how much of what I hear is really the composing by memory-makers from years ago, or…

Poem: The Silent Songster

By: Jim Piatt Do you hear it, the hushed misshapen rhythms inside the songster’s poetic head? The chords he pens now only a cryptic cacophonous array of black and whites plummeting downward from saddened eyes: His muse, dead now, lying…