By: Arikewusola Abdul Awal What do you think the flowercarries in the dawn? Mist? No.It’s the tears it sheds at the fare-well of the moon. The gerbilnever strays the noon; she mournsin the burrow longing for the moon.My heart is…
By: Anaya Seize it I can feel itIt’s hereI’m hereFinally Cut the ribbonOpen upSo I didEventually Is this how it feelsSomething newI’m newHopefully Like a dreamThis realI’m realFantastically ### The chair I’m a chair.Just wood and wicker.I don’t even have…
By: Alan Berger After a night of attempted slumberIn restless soul townI awoke staring at the same fucking numberThe one that might stop at anytime but will never go down I know I knowThe musings of a clown When I…
By: KJ Hannah Greenberg Argued into Existence Reality yardsticks, measurements acknowledging, cognizing,Integrating others’ attitudes & actions across personal views,Let citizens wrestle meaning. “Getting the gist” does matter.Flinging pixie dust can’t compete with shared values’ power. Hume, Kant, Voltaire, as well…
By: Ismail Yusuf Olumoh when i was young, everything was cloudy; all i learnedbecame watery like melting shea butter. i thought itwill cascade, but it’s unclassified. it vaporised as usual.on friday, grandpa took me to the central mosque to takea…
By: Jim Bates Sunlit snow fallingTiny flakes frosting the groundSparkling and gleaming. InterconnectedFrigid cold and bright sunshineWinter’s Yin and Yang. Cold affecting brainSnowy visions of penguinsHappily dancing. Lonely owl callingEchoes a winter’s silenceDeeper than the night.
By: Alan Berger The drinks kept flowingThere was no sign of slowingShould leave now and sleep it off before workBefore I pop yet another cork After an undertow of oblivionI decided to watch the dawnI’ll just stay up all nightAnd…
By: Victor Azubike Sunsets;Clouds spread like sheets;Evening rush hour;Green light;Speeding cars. Cover of fadingGreen vegetations:Intimations of the dry seasonOn the sidewalkOf a boulevard. Murals,Golden dewdropsAndBushyGerminationOf ideasInFlowerpots byA shadowy horticulturist. Carbon emissions:Pollution by the left;Pollination by the right-An antidoteTo the poisonOf…
By: Cailey Tarriane She yearned to be desireless, but insteadThe Girl with Wisdom wanted no riches, soThe Girl with Desires desired to destroy gold in her mind-no more would she crave for its feeling on her bony fingersand richness was…
By: J.K. Durick Streams Stepping across, carefully, there’s a stumblebuilt into this, a foot on the closest stonethen onto the next and next, till you havecrossed with your feet, shoes almost dry.I did this in a dream last night, like…