By: Radomir Vojtech Luza Isolation Alley Alone in room 22A metaphysical zooLoaded choo choo Here in Grand Valley Healthcare CenterIn Van Nuys, CA The walls speaking a language of their ownClosing in like Allied troops after Normandy Blinds taped to…
By: Mykyta Ryzhykh There’s a void inside of us that can’t be filled with porn moviesThere is an emptiness inside of us that needs to be filledA jug from the human body broken into fragments of timeThe clay from which…
By: April Mae M. Berza We march in the streetsof the historic Mendiola,mobilizing the massesto cry for justicefor the great Percy Lapid. His early deathrekindled the flameof a Filipino movementagainst tyrantsand oligarchs. I’m imprisonedinside the livid rageof a dying evening,trying…
By: Stephen Kingsnorth Trews Weir What true, which spun embroidered myth?I knew the weir, its timber trap. Long float log boat from Exmoor down,that salmon leap, where few flew by,and pool beneath by Ducks Marsh green,neither bog nor drake insight….
By: Amber Pineda Dyeing Blue Rain Rust In the loud stillness of this barrenCover of cascading stars and mellow rainAre these red strings of restraint thatEmbrace learned destinyAs though it were beneath your skin. There is a sprinkle of porcelain…
In the acknowledgement note of his latest poetry collection ‘Water has Many Colors’, Kiriti Sengupta rues the absence of schools that can teach poetry in India. In my opinion, there is a reason behind this. And that is, you can…
By Karen Lee Stradford 15 minutes of Fame My dream came true.I finally got your attentionafter being unnoticedfor so long.I feel like a celebrity. I’m happy to bethe center of your attraction.But, I hope that my 15 minuteswill last. ###…
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…