By: April Mae M. Berza Recently, I’ve been haunted by the deaths of journalists, particularly Percy Lapid. As well as the passion and grit of Leni Robredo in the past election. She showed humility and grace while taking pride in…
By: Leigh-Anne Burley Sometimes figuring out just the right path is a waste of timetake the one ahead of you. Sometimes it is easier to go out into the rain than back into the light. Don’t be fooled by your…
By: Jim Bates A Cardinal’s songFills a clear crisp morning dawnJump-starting the day. Brilliant day endingSetting sun and dusty skyWondrous light transformed. Laying on a dockKids swirling hands in the lakePlaying with minnows. Summertime soft rainFalling on thirsty gardensPlants drink…
By: : Srihith Jarabana Opaque Tears Tears so opaque,That when he staresAt the mortal blue skies,Even distant stars reflect off them.But in the upper echelons of his thoughtsAnd in the chambers of your heart,Lies a place where he is lifted,To…
By William T. Hathaway “Seek and ye shall find,”I keep telling myself,seeking along in my sneakers,trying to find the way back to you,my source, course and goal.The path gets steeperas I clamber over scree slopes of past deeds.In this deep…
By: Kiley Brockway Fever Dream A night of coughing to long awaited sleep brought this on. I wonder what monster crawls round the TIGHTBoarded up doors of our midNIGHTSTo listen to may to lay to praySHUSH! If you are careful…
By: Bruce Levine Longer days are here Filling skies with shades of blue Clouds go drifting by
By: KJ Hannah Greenberg To Gank In international forums, “thievery’s” not defined by lovely scapes or glistening gels.“Honesty’s” separated from “fraudulence” by reticulating deeds and feckless words.Agonal breathing’s never evidenced lagabouts, idlers, shiftless souls as “worthless.”At times, folks may be…
By: John Ziegler Luther Luther was a distant father,away in his own deep music. He spoke of his own fatherfitted in a soft, white shirt, trimmed nails,smooth palms of a baker,though he was not a baker. He owned a small…
By: Puneet Kumar My Tongue My tongue hasIts own mindIt knows wellWhere it wants to go I need not to worryIn which cornerOr in the sidesIt wants to explore I just let it doAll that it wantsAnd the way it…