By: Anthony J. Langford Large house Small space kept regularly Remove sleeping As percent time In one apartment sized Tripping over faces Foot in mouth Six people Laughing, yelling Driving each other crazy One inch at a time As though…
By: Anthony J. Langford Online Too easy to dismiss Ignore Or misplace Turn the cheek Without eyeing the face. It’s not that the intent is bad Or the words cliché But that there’s so much more That precedes it. A…
By: Sai Diwan “The poet has become a lost voice on the horizon, a cultural presence and prophetic voice we imagine still exists, but is not really near at hand.” Many have found respite in poetry. Lyrics have indulged, sonnets…
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By: Amal Lucerne Georgia has no visions of lighthouse battles in May or of damp mongols crooning underneath a swarm of moonlight wraiths laughing beyond the chair-snaps consumptive and withering Georgia has no illusions of a hurried walk untaken or adamance…
By: ’Deji W. Adesoye That claim, they opportuned my lay To the smart siege By which the devil from Hades was slain That walk like gold-merchant through Arcades of gold-freaks decked at every point Of waiting precious-ware-addicts That Like the…
By: Vaisakh E. Hari I pulled myself up the clouds Burned down the world in their sleep Turns out I was the one in the dream And I was left with nowhere to go Sometimes the darkness stifles, Sometimes the…
By: Vaisakh E. Hari Sitting on a cliff overlooking a meadow, I am suffocated by the chain forged by myself, deep in the insecurities of my mind. The price of my safety weighing heavily on my limbs, a painful reminder…
By: Vaisakh E. Hari I walked carefree and gay, Through the grass, mountains and plains, Chasing after the secret, The surreal beauty all around, Testament to the divine power. I watched the seeds sprout into the sky, Warmed and fed…
By: Vaisakh E. Hari Have you ever a call, faint yet insistent, others may call a demons lure, complex and intrinsic in its sweetness, That I could see a benign angel singing. so clear, so strong was the melody, Paradise was…