By: CLS Sandoval The Biopsy My husband and my baby were waiting in the waiting room. I knew it was better that way, but I pretty immediately wanted to hear her gurgles and giggles and for him to hold my…
By John RC Potter If I couldI would wear a sign for all to see, words of wisdom and wit: Emotionally Closed for the Season and perhaps thatwould protect mefrom those whodesperately crave lovebut cannot fully give it. ### John…
By: Rehanul Hoque Dedicated to Taslima Akter Rima Unruly clouds wading through the vast though rendered thrillTo a distant heart, were enough to cut an insane darkness into piecesFalling sharp over a city, followed byVery aggressive flame spurted out on…
By: Bruce Levine Thinking about tomorrow Focused on prospects Waiting in the stillness of inertia Projects and process Held in the hand of external forces Glimmers on the horizon Reinforcing the momentum of the future Pathways defined with hope As…
By: Daniel de Culla GAZA, MARITIME CITY OF PALESTINE There is no more blood in Gaza hospitalsBecause all the blood has reached the sea.There are no more sick peopleNot even health personnelBecause some, health personnelHas tried to escapeOnly managing to…
By: Paweł Markiewicz The pattern of each dazzling pyramid-poem name 1 word: ………….term 2 words ……… …………term 3 words ……… ………. …………..term 4 words ……….. ………… ………. ………..what he/she does make 5 words ……… …… …….. ………… ………what he/she does…
By: Douglas Cole Building a House on the River It’s amazing he thought of it at all, believing the possibility,the outrageous engineering involved: stanchions downinto the muddy river bottom. How to get them inin the first place and how to…
By: James Aitchison In every soul, there is a quiet core.It is immune to fear, hunger,strife and conflict, and theimpermanence of life cannotpenetrate it unless permitted.The essence of your soullistens to the quiet Voicethat speaks with detachment.Like thousands of seedsscattered…
By: Jacob Keating In the emails I’ve sent to publishers, I’ve said it’s about ‘inner-vastness’ and ‘roads left un-walked’ and a twenty-something in search of an always-lost-something. – I never tire of hyphens; they’re like bridges between words. I’d like…
By: D A Angelo Merriment Sometimes it’s good to walk in the countryside to watch a merry-go-round of clouds while the sky shifts to a warm glow. Sometimes it’s good to watch hares pose like National Geographic models in a…