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‘Desire’ and other poems

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…

‘Valley of Forgotten Days’ and other poems

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…

A Purposeful Wastebasket

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…

‘One Big Recipe Book’ and other books

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…

Winter-like, but spring haiku

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…

My Healing Companion

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…

A Morning Walk With My Dog

By: Bruce Levine Winter chill at the river edgeWater racing over embedded rocksSnow white curls on the flowing tideA morning walk with my dog Sunlight glaring off the water’s surfaceRefracted light making pools of colorGhosts of shadows line the rock…

The light is long gone now

By: Lyra Goga The light is long gone now The light is long gone nowI doubt it ever existeda harmful deception, a mere illusionif only someone ended this deadly confusion. Yet no help comesNo knight in shining armor.In loneliness you…

‘Ignition’ and other poems

By: Dakota Phillips Ignition You were dark in the doorwayand I held a contrite, eleven-year-oldin my arms.Don’t you everraise your voice at me again.I knew that you mightbut with serpent tongue,I was certainly no victim either.There was still remedy and…