By: Duane L Herrmann FRANKEN CROSS Cross by road sidecarved in stonefor the ages inBayern and specifically,Franken, that eastern edgeof the Frankish empire.Remember, they say,He suffered and then diedfor you a pain filled death,for YOUR sins!Life is hard, but Hissuffering…
By: Bruce Levine Floating through timeLike a meteor floating in spacePropelled by gravityPulled without free willOr choice of directionLost in circumstances of fateHeld in the hand of the unknownBetween light and darkAmidst shades of grayThat no longer offer resolutionRoadblocks sprinkled…
By: Debabrata Mohanty The drifting clouds oppositeThe shining sun promiseA shower and rainbows..The awaiting eyes keep looking up for a fervent desireTaking shape of an arc… A beacon of hope is missingIn the foggy sky..The trust that’s only made of…
By: Puneet Kumar Life is So Stupid Life is so stupidIt can walk on a roadThat doesn’t goTowards the real goal It doesn’t knowHow roads intersectHow one leads to anotherAnd how life goes haywire It moves in a new directionUnknown…
By: Ammanda Selethia Moore THE HUSK The Marines killed my brother: my twin, my double,who whispered his fears to me at night,the other half of my heart,whose laugh and bright eyesI loved. He diedsometimeafter bootcampbefore deployment. In his placethey sent…
By: Alex Guffey This is My Last Serenade Floating in the span of space, hearing the hymn of my swan song. This is the infinite sadness of song, sung on a moment’s notice, sealed on a permanent staccato. I…
By: Jim Brosnan April Hike Beyond the lastcrusted snow mound,an early morningsunrise ignitesyellow forsythiain vibrant huesas I trudge alongwoodland’s edgepast the hushedeastern white pinestoward the bogswhere peepers singin unison. Indianpipes poke throughdecayed compost,their curved whitebodies stark againstthe muted brownof pine…
By: KJ Hannah Greenberg Sobriquets After the mumblecrust’s diddums set down alongside the woman’s bouquet,She blushed, held her breath, exhaled. Then she wailed; not seeking respect,But common courtesy, the youthful bride, a biddable female, never forecastHerself attacked by a less…
By: Eralieva Umutkan Polotovna HAPPINESS HAS COME Late, but the happiness has arrived: I will tell you my secret, my way.It says the happiness, taking my wrists, I want to scare the “sluggish” dreams away.It all seemed to be handed…
By Onkar Sharma On the banks of Vaitarni, we standOur fate was done, we thoughtOur fate is due, we now hearAcross the silent flow of the gory YamunaThere’s a rough storm brewing across the riverDo we not brace for a…