By: Bruce Levine Waiting through the daysSurroundings filled with mem’riesJoy to be regained In the wake of timeRivers flowing on their ownSailing with the tide
By: Jyotish Chalil Gopinathan Flash Burns A thick glass mask,fish gogglesstrapped to the face,you look like a cartoon villain —all you hope foris that the flare does not burninto your retina, singe nerve ends. My ways are different.I doom scroll…
By Mitali Chakravarty Blue House(Inspired by Luis’s art) Everyone has a dreamand mine is a blue houseagainst a blue sky. Thewalls might dissolve and I would be part ofa cloud wafting overthe sea. I would watchthe waves rise and ebb….
By: James Aitchison about Tristan Tzara (a DADA pantoum) sweep sweep clean he saidhe deemed works of art erasablelike words written in sand he saidthe zero degree of literature he deemed works of art erasablehe juxtaposed unrelated wordsthe zero degree…
By: Debbie Tunstall A tissue, a tissuegifted mother to her son. In the end, it was also me.Then my little sister. ” Just as long as you wipe them, “insisting that no one sees. We were taught to swallow tears…
By: J.K. Durick Weather Too The heat catches usup in itcaptures us inclimate change.A change but notfor the betterthough we canAC it awayturn our backsavoid the politicsof all this.Everything is politicalthese days –why not weather too?Heat wavestorrential downpoursflash floodingthey’re all…
By: Andrew Brindle and Christina Chin a fluttering batin the dawn skymy indecision a dropped mango dents the hood my old street the neighbors have aged a daughter sweeps the porch twisted trees on the mountainside we learn to survive…
By: Carl Papa Palmer The two wooden stickssticking out the wrapperof the frozen pop sickleis an obvious invitationto break in half and share
By: Douglas J. Lanzo Sounds from Iwo Jima Dedicated to the more than 6,800 marineswho gave their lives with valorfor our country in the Battle for Iwo Jima “Uncommon valor was a common virtue.” Admiral Chester NimitzWalking on the beachesI…
By: Snigdha Agrawal HAND IN HAND That fateful day, he walked right inWith a swagger loud as a violin.CONFIDENCE,The kind that fills up a room like incense. A thick mop of hair, gloriously wild,Curled rebelliously behind each ear,Sideburns that ran…