By: Priya Anand Palette of scenes from a train a bored guard on a snail paced goods trainan empty platform swept spotlessly cleana closed snack stand with red shuttersa lone man on a bench pondering life or the lack of…
By: Bruce Levine Ghosts and goblinsShadows interferedBy vestiges of days gone pastThat hover in the atmosphere Posted on each doorstepChildren bewareThis house is filled with creaturesThat waken in the nightParading on their journeyLike tempests to create fright Hurricanes happenA vortex…
By: James Aitchison In solitude,hear the voice: In every life,there is a moment.Infinite wisdom willreplace the transient.Loss will becomeyour armour.You will see life throughthe eye of the soul.You will walk thequiet path.For in this life,you have been chosen.
By: John Swain The Pavilion The pavilion blazes whitein the sunlined by marble waters,purple dragonflies alleythe clear bodybeneath your hibiscus robe,we listen when we readfrom the flamedraping the open trees,the light unchanges into light,the light transpierces lightlike a waterfall of…
By: Pramod Rastogi Life’s Autumn As we walked side by sideAcross the landscapes of hindsight,She with the moon upon her left,And I with the sun upon my right. The moon glowed turquoise blue,The waning sun burned crimson red,Yet peace lay…
By: Debbie Tunstall I hear the snapping of mother’s slippersIcy gems guarded by the looming goblin king. All we wanted was sugar, not the Kingdom or its money Bare bottoms banishedbefore being tossed outside to play, It watches – full…
By Tabussum Sumaiya Am I forgetting your voice?The melody once etched in my soul,A song that held my heart so closeNow it drifts away,A whisper lost to time. I close my eyes,Straining to hear the gentle echoOf you calling my…
By: Bruce Mundhenke Truth Now See all that is before you as it is,Beauty…See all that is before you at once,Oneness…See all that is before you as it should be,Peace…See all that is before you as it sings in harmony,Joy…Give…
By: JK Miller Solving the World’s Problems Hunger is a nuclear reaction,playing in the pit of a Gaza girl’s belly.It is a Ukrainian boy lost in the woods. Mutant wolves run up and down their spines,tinkling xylophone vertebrae with a…
By: Tanjila Ontu He never raises his voice,even when I can tell storms are brewing inside him.With me, he’s calm—like soft rain on quiet nights. He tugs my cheeks,holds my hand,feeds me the first bitelike love is something he shows…