By Nancy Machlis Rechtman The images have been seared into our brainsOf babies ripped away from the arms of their mothersAnd fathersAnd children sobbing in cagesWhen the most primal of bonds were […]
Because They Weren’t Us
Philosophical Aristotle
By: Alex Andy Phuong A reason without passionCould result in deceptionAnd destruction.Restraining oneselfAs The Great Library of AlexandriaBurns like the romantic lifeOf CleopatraModern heroinesLike Elle WoodsReveal the possibleAs wisdom helps determineThe philosophical,And […]
The death of the rolling tide
By: Karoline Wimmer A rolling tidecannot hide,in the worst of dreams,it lights the matchthat sets the fireto the darkest of desires. If seas had been sweeterthan the fairest of all ladies,they would […]
‘Awakening of Diversity’ and other poems
By: Amb. Maid Corbic AWAKENING OF DIVERSITY It’s spring; inanimate nature is suddenly astonishedTo his character who brings fresh air from a distanceWaking my eyes squinting from winter hibernationIn the stage of […]
Nobody
By: Alan Berger Nobody is listeningSave your breathYou will only find out whyAfter your deathThink I’m kidding?Here comes the rest This is the hookAnd here is the stingNobody is listening But then […]
‘Perhaps another queen’ and other poems
By: Linda M. Crate perhaps another queen you’re barking up the wrong treeif you only want a night of bliss looking for a lovedeeper than the roots of the oldesttree, and i’ve […]
Let’s, o dear!
By: Mayesha Islam Abanti Let’s, o dear!To heal, as a matter of fact ;To indulge in a mystical sphere of tranquil.To love, with the heft of savouring allure.To escape, like the valourity […]
‘Lost Sagacity’ and other poems
By: KJ Hannah Greenberg Lost Sagacity By sounding smooth or inviting, sagacity often vanishesAmong words, turns of phrase, weird little expressions. Consider; a surfeit of depression, weight gain, glandularTrouble, fatigue can be […]
‘The Silence in Falling’ and other poems
By: R.T. Castleberry THE SILENCE IN FALLING Staring down a waning January moon,I feed dry brush to the campfire,watch the desert track of freight carsrounding a mesa silhouette.Wild dogs yelp, loping the […]
‘Urn Times’ and ‘The Unkowings’
By: Doug Bolling Urn Times 0ne night a year I attend theesteemed artist telling of his life,his travels through the longtunnels that become poems, poems in their rich cream,their motions and soundsthat […]
