By: Leigh-Anne Burley Rainbow lady’scyan eyes rimmedby quartz sand washeddown from the mountainsby the Apalachicola Riverwhite foam hair curling downyour rolling, emerald gown. Wash me with your jubilationimmerse me in your exuberance. Ruby sun’s toes dip intothe greeny bathtubyellow moon…
By: Leigh-Anne Burley We climb trees methodicallyimmerse ourselves in greenpick fruit and nutsuse the trunk’s shady backrestto think and dream. Trees are planners andforward thinkersinvest in roots and stalksguardians of vistas and visions Trees are settlers andsky watchersscatter seedsharvest cropsweather…
By: Thomas Sanfilip It is hard to say when the golden age of literary criticism ended and a void crept into the serious study of the humanities. We are now fully immersed in the dark side of post-modernist thinking whereby…
By: Elizabeth Galewski Desire Am I afflicted, or is this bliss?With just the thought of him,my stomach dips like riding a swing,or the first drop of a roller coaster.My pelvis blazes, a molten star.Arching my back, I grind my hips…
By: Sha Weï Valley of Forgotten Days I safekeep my childhood dewon the split endof your saltysailor hair I relive my forgotten daysin the fog-laden valleyof your unavailablelush dimple I hear my naked songbirdin your holistic thundersings the piercing wayhow…
By: Charles Gibson An empty, circular-shaped metal object,made to be a depository of waste,resides alone in a vacant space absentof inhabitants.Ready for service, the rubbish bin isalertly situated, lined with a thinplastic sealant in hopes of oneday fulfilling its true…
By: John Grey FIRST NIGHT AT THE BEACH COTTAGE How can you expect me to fall asleepwhen there’s an island just off the coast here,and I can see its shadow through the window,a great hulk of something, be it rock…
By: Puneet Kumar One Big Recipe Book Life is a one bigRecipe bookThat keeps manyDelicious dipping sauces It has the best condimentsTo add delicious tastesAnd tangy aromasFor each meal It can be chilliMustard, tomatoFinely chopped picklesOr a mayonnaise-based recipe Everything…
By: Markiewicz Paweł first gorgeous spring thawsthe second black crow on cablethird – mysterious mist***just before the thawsI think about the last frostmemory of snow***picturesque crowscable – lonely habitusflights – rumination***the ethics fulfilledcrows – starlit philosophersof spring wizardry***starlit starry nightthe…
By Sushant Thapa I have left my wordsWhere my shadows do not reach.The moment of blissIs a kissing freedom of virtue.I have my viceYet I forget notTo roll my life’s dice.I have a measureTo count the blessings in life.There is…