By: Sushant Thapa I Unveil the Veil The evening has a voice,It speaks in promises,But I want no dawnTo lift its veil,Today, I want to get drunkWith the nectarFrom the evening’s delight,In semi darkness.The river was onceA weeping bride,I take…
By: Ute Carson My knees sink onto the worn cushion in the confession boothas I lean my forehead against the mesh screen,hoping that not a priest but my mother could hear my pleas.“My sins were avoidance and neglect as I…
By: Charles Gibson A notable absence of a latch,resonates within the inhabitantswho resideth behind the doorof opportunities without guidance. Opportunities that are keyto the one who is lockedup behind the door of theirown self-imposed limitations… without the wisdom or desireto…
By: Summer Kim Reflections From within,It feels cold and smooth,Reflecting everything and everyone From above,It’s a flat silver rectangleLying quietly on the floor,Reflecting the ceiling and the sky From below,The world tilts and shifts,Light changes,And the ceiling seems far away…
By: Damion Hamilton Imagination All the things that i haveAll the things i have imagined Those things can fill books moviesNetflix series All these things i have imagined You said and did but didn’t really didn’t do But all those…
By: Cynthia Pitman Had there but been an Oracle sitting atop Fifth Mountain, I might have been warned: It is not the touch, it is the reachthat holds us captive –the gnawing ache that propels the handto stretch, to seek.That…
By: Jim Bates Ragged shoreline wavesCrashing relentless poundingSymphony so grand. All along the coastPowerful waves poundingCarving the shoreline. Pebbles on the shoreFluffy feather tumblingBlown by the wind. Booming and crashingMagnificent thunderingWild waves exploding. Rocky woodland trailEvergreen pine tree forestScent of…
By: Jim Bates Flower profusionGardens full of cheerful bloomsNature’s artistry. Languid afternoonSwinging in an old hammockPeacefully dozing. Summer perfectionWhite puffy clouds and blue skyA day full of smiles. Hot concrete sidewalkCaterpillar hurryingHeading for cool shade. Picnic summertimeGoodies spread out to…
By: Srijani Dutta Delusion I want to be, want to be,Want to be all alone,Amidst the sunshineAnd at the dark sea shoreWhere wind passes,Carries news of the murderOf an Abyssinian soul,Eyes plucked outNails melted,Neck Twisted,Throat cut.Do not stand over the…
By: Debbie Tunstall I didn’t think I’d be longing for the end, begging for things to happen –beckoning even. You see on the news about props used for propaganda,black man / white man.This man, that man. They make a fuss,…