By: Cameron Crosby LAWNMOWER MAN He sits on the throne of his lawnmower Like it’s a brand new Cadillac Placing a cigarette between his lips Turning it on, letting it roar Smoke billows from his mouth And the mower, Barbed…
By: Meghan Doran It PoursWhen it rains grandma says hey is for horses and a watched pot never boils and needs must and grandpa says Thomas Jefferson was a deist and Ted Kennedy was a sonofabitch and he summons the…
By: Amrita Valan “Share equally amongst all five of you!”A praying mother’s dictumBefore even a glimpseOf the prize Arjun brought. When the stately matron turns,To her dismay she realises,She has made Arjun’s brideFair award of five brothers. But.Wait.She never said…
By: Chahra BELOUFA Today I knew who is best my shoulderTo tear pity and enfold no heart’s orderSince happiness substance I’m drinking it colder!Who is silly and grew on sensitiveness fonderOnly to feel and be never feltLike the Stonehenge of…
By: John Thomas Allen Onomatopoeia’s clinical thread: the pulse and click of doctor’s shoes, oath often a mere wishbone: And how can this be, but it…
By: Howie Good Garbled Voices Is it legal to walk around naked in your backyard? Only when someone has experienced it themselves can they truly judge. As the theory of reversibility states, the ice on ponds is never 100 percent…
By: Alan Berger Why not tell meAll about your troublesAnd I’ll tell youAll about mineThenWe could do somethingOr nothing About themSome other time Why not tell meWhat you have been throughAnd I’ll tell you How I got throughBut firstAnswer me…
By: Cailey Tarriane I wrote and it made me happy,I smiled and it may be the truth. They’re my friends and they talked jovially,They’re laughing and I may join them unforced and for real.Everyone looked up at me, everyone felt…
By: Mayumi Yamamoto “Our heroes were poets, and poets were our heroes,”—Dr. Jose Dalisay Jr. My dear beloved Filipino poet, 1.Today is September 21, 2022. You told me thattoday, you attended a small eventcommemorating the 50th anniversary of martial law…
By Chinese Poet Yuan HongriTranslated by Yuanbing Zhang Cherish The Memory of the Heaven Today I would like to thank the world that looks like the hell.It makes the fire that cherish the memory of the Heaven burning inside me;it…