By: Dhruba Jyoti Gogoi (Morning)Let the lines of palm be kept asideDon’t have wings to flyEven if a new set is madeIt is not Saturn’s Titan!!! (Destruction)Is the time without you like Achilles’ heel…?And being convicted by your complaints,I dream…
By: JD DeHart Symbolism No, it does not matter which colorof undershirt I put on today. It’s nota grand symbol of what is to come. A shirt is a shirt, just like a stepon a crackis just a step –…
By: Kindaka Jamal Sanders TIME PASSES THE TUMBLEWEED Time passes the tumbleweedAnd lightning strikes the Noble FirThat once loomed large in goat marshThe noble part of what we were. But entombed it is in the way that we wereThe prototype…
By: Mahathi I LIVE AGAINAt sixty plus, I start living again.I fall in love, explore new love, attuneonce more my rusted old romantic veinand pull out of the clouds, the silken moon. Mistake me not, there’s no running behindthe belles…
By: Aya Naser Qadoumi Deep conversationsLong gone sensationHopeless longingTo something fading Deep confessionHuge concessionMet by disapprovalAnd denial of feelings Love oppressed,Denied till deadBut almost trueThat love to you Deep confessionReplaced by oppressionCountless effortsTo show the opposite You say you’re doneOf…
By: Cailey Tarriane which means my words can’t come off odd because I can’t right thewrong with a blank sheet of paper,my mind is in the dark for the first time in a galaxy’s orbit-see, that pun is incorrect-every idea…
By: Alan Berger Everything lasts foreverNothing goes awayPain and pleasureAre permanent residentsIn your movementsAnd your stay I tried a courseIn memory lossFor the mud in me to tossIt said get use to meThe only thing to decideIs who will be…
By: James Aitchison Evil is inevitable.So is goodness.I know the course ofCivilizations.The wheel spins,Guiding your pure inner selfTo peace.I speak of inner safety,Release from mental torment.All men have been assignedTheir series of lives.The wheel spins their destinies,And they do not…
By: George Freek A MATTER OF PRIORITIES (After Mei Yao Chen) Things that once matteredNow matter to meless than a bowl of rice.Stars like insectsspin across the sky,but do they even exist?Sparrows hop from branchto branch with a purpose.They don’t…
By: J.K. Durick This Fall After reaching its peak the trees unleaf, filllawns and baskets, whole afternoons givenover to clean up. The boys next door makepiles, stacked just right for jumping, the joyof loud voices greets this world of wanwoodleafmeal…