By: Judge Santiago Burdon Does he touch you with deep cabernet dreams, or is it just chardonnay passion, does your heart race from his nearness, is there surrender in his scent, does he tempt you, does he leave you breathless,…
The poems of Mahathi teem with introspection and vivid imagery, revealing a spectrum of thoughts from a kite’s flight symbolizing lost freedom to a yearning heart’s call for a distant love. They shed light on the profound act of seeing the divine despite the lack of sensory experience and reflect on the poet’s personal authenticity amidst societal expectations. Persistent themes include the clash of ideals within religious contexts and the inner turmoil experienced amidst tranquil nature. Mahathi’s body of work, comprising nine books, is characterized by its classical style and engaging verse.
Pettra Yahya expresses a final farewell to alcohol, emphasizing the damage it caused, from physical debilitation to emotional boredom. They declare a determined break-up with alcohol, confidently banishing it from their life and celebrating newfound freedom by removing its presence entirely.
By: Rita McDermott Rustic Cold damp rain pervades the forestWhile flames crackle in the stone fireplaceBeads of moisture slide down the windowpaneAnd the scent of burning logs fills the room.Enveloped by the warmth of the fireTaking in the view of…
By: Blair Boleyn Dating a Troll My beauty you extol,But you don’t care about my soul.You just want a doll you can control. Morgana’s Admirer You said, “You, my friend, I admire,You’re not afraid to walk close to the fire.You…
By: Marc Carver SCHIZO I like walking at nightthe streetlights show two of metwo shadows that fall one behind the otheralthough we still go the same wayI wonder which one I amof course I am bothtwo men but oneBut I…
By: Bruce Levine Where do rainbows go After they fade away? Is there a land of color And parades of chocolate cake? Do leprechauns go bowling Or skate in pools of rain? Do milkshakes last forever In a never empty…
By: Ed Nichols The Slow Train A train came by the station so fast it was just a blur. So fast we could scarcely read the writing on the side of the train. Everybody was confused. We didn’t understand what…
By: April Mae Berza She is beautiful inside outlike an ethereal flame,rekindling the summers of youth,sweet and innocent.Her passion for dogs and catsshines through,I’m in awe and wonderhow she embracesher days and nightstaking care of her beloved.Since her smiles and…
By: Cat Dixon Checking in Cornered by walls that need to be repainted and words uttered that can never be unsaid,you arrive daring to stay adrift—no compass, no map, no direction.Life’s a hotel hallway with dozens of locked doors. Your…