By: Peter J. Dellolio Fear’s Playground Creaking musty wood cart loud rolling crack! black doors bang after red power lever pulled as the journey begins the zigzag angles sharp stops and turns each vision…
By: Vanaja Malathy Mouse safe by laptopTill touchscreen trashed it downRobots too extinct. No doctrines, prophetsway of life, belief in soulThat is Hinduism. Enter world in painLive attached in illusionExit detached, calm. Enter world egofulExit world anonymousLife, an empty dream….
By: Jim Bates “It’s all in the wrist,” he said“Really?”“Well,” he grinned lovingly mussing his son’s hair“Maybe some magic’s involved, too.”“Wow!” The boy looked closelyThe pencil-drawn portrait of a horse’s head was too good to be true. Inspired he tried…
By: KJ Hannah Greenberg Glory Hound Seeking praise, acclaim, renown oft results in purulent rhetoric.Such bosh, itself, forms quods from words, elsewise vituperatesInnocents. Violent language is its own ague, is societal poison, is the shinyApple gifted the princess. It creates…
By: Chen Ruizhe TsukaThe withered black climbed all the way up the trunkOnly the outstretched branches compete with the windPull out the green leavesThe wind shakes and shakes outward thoughtsNot in harmony with desiccation Maybe that’s the caseThat land is…
By: Alan Berger There onceWas a boy we createdWe fed bathed and serenaded There onceWas a loveThat grew like a flowerLike a gift fromA higher powerSustained with tearsLike a warm lovely summer shower Then the boy growsGo out with friendsNever…
By: James Aitchison The Voice was speaking:The substance of life is ever-changing,while you construct unchanging attributesthat live within yourself.Man, you can be in harmonywith the world despite adversity.What of the bodily,what of the physical,what of the emotional?They matter not.Seeking wisdom…
By: RC deWinter dreamgirl even nowespecially nowwe do the safe thing,the smart thing,the done thing…most do, anyway well, i’m here to tell youi didn’t i followed my heartchased my dream(do what you love!)jumping fencesswimming oceansrunning down dark alleysthat twisted inunexpected…
By: Sahana Ray After her Son Mayawalks the Palm Springs, holding nothing in her hands. She once owned a pen, drew castles within hercramped old walls;but a stretched detour in her high school days-backstreet dusky like her skin-“Poor girl, so…
By: Borna Kekić Milas Only me Sometimes I unknowingly fly through the skyI leave pains and worries behind,and I shouldn’t… Pen in hand,A blank paper in front of me.I’m going down an unknown road,I step into my thoughts,I run away…