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…
By: Jim Bates Choirs singing songsOf peace and joy so soothingLike snowflakes falling. Kids falling asleepSafe and warm with Christmas dreamsOf sleigh bells ringing. Soft lustrous moonlightFills the night with visions ofSugar plums dancing. Children’s laugher ringsWhile old folks share…
By: Cailey Tarriane A creature with qualities of a bird who can soar high and low,face ups and downs, zigs and zags I am unready for, I, a birdwith the comforts of its nest, well provided by its twigs, self-builtbut…
By: Elizabeth V.Koshy An excavator pounds the rock,earth moving machines claw outboulders to make boulder-hills,from the first light to evening twilight. Working to the dictates of the concrete mixeryellow-helmeted automatons, apparitions in grey,collect the spewed out concrete in wheelbarrowsand empty…
By: Alan Berger Do you rememberWhat day we met?What time it was?That my shirt was redYou laughedAt everythingThat I said What we drankAnd how manyThe waiter’s name too? I know you don’tBut I do I don’t rememberThe promises to you…
By: Radomir Vojtech Luza American Original I was born out of Hitler’s bloody diseaseStalin’s scarred and shredded knees Raised in the Deep SouthWhere African AmericansHang from treesLike gray moss Schooled in the finest Catholic institutionsOf higher learning where hypocrisyWas the…
By: April Mae M. Berza Percy Lapid is the Phoenix Rising from the Ashes We can because we believeWe believe because we canStill, we rise above the challenges. We dream it until we make it a realityWe make it a…