By: David Hutt Tonight I believed the sky could make music. Stars, moon, the trickle of the Seine, I roll myself in a sleeping bag and listen to the sky sing its dirge for me. Silence, clouds, the Paris sky is…
By: April Mae M. Berza to breathe the same air that you breathe I share a part of me, a portion of my existence to feel the pulse of the clock I must try to breathe not, the more I gather strength…
By: April Mae M. Berza to forget you is to write an elegy when the world rejoices in glee the bliss is an abyss to kiss the fears away to forget you is to tear off the ears of Van Gogh I…
By: April Mae M. Berza witnessing the fall of sakuras is waiting for love to go beyond love love is but a distance, from the tree, the flowers plunge into the abyss like my heart into yours the pink petals, one by…
By: Raul G. Moldez Above me, the sun. Beneath me, the trees. Birds give way to me as I savor the wind. Here, hot and cold mix. The atmosphere is lukewarm. My shirt is cellophane. I feel sweltering here. I’m a…
By: Raul G. Moldez We climb up trees, towers or buildings and crawl on earth, floors or surfaces looking for food. We stockpile them in preparation for the rainy season. We are small creatures nameless, unknown. All we know is to…
By: Anthony J. Langford Streaming slates of light Room encrusted gold Music soars, billowing Even in silence Possibilities in motion There’s a feeling Stronger than love Not from within But externalized Expanding to the horizon And beyond. Life is never…
By: Anthony J. Langford Take a look around Close quarters In rounded wholes This is the life you’ve created A home Where you reside At least physically With another. Once joyous Where empty rooms Were common As it was always…
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…