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‘Garbled Voices’ and other works

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…

Some Other Day

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…

A Non-Stressful Party

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…

In 1972, Lest We Forget

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…

‘The Unending Road’ and other poems

By: Parama Naik The Unending Road The feet suffer from sunburns, there’s an eruptionof the lava in the belly, it’s stretching out likethe radius of the sea after being swollen by themelting glaciers caused by global warminganytime the flesh, bone…

Chaotic

By: Hend Hamed Ezzeldin I am bad, yes, I know.Not that bad,Though …Sometimes I’m acceptable.At times, I’m good ..But at others, I’m imperious,Intractable,My actions could spark conflagrations,And suddenlyPut them out.I am faith,But I’m also doubt.Deep inside-out; mayhem,It’s complicated.I’m calm.I’m dyspeptic.The…

‘Calves’ and other poems

By: Stephen Kingsnorth Calves It is as when the children leave,the focus of safe spaces shiftsfrom little ones on mothers’ milkto youths who know escaped abuse,now cannon fodder, range of guns,used weapons in power playing gangs.Momentum swings from playground placewhere…

PTSD Again

By: William Ellis Could haveWould haveShould haveI was silenced.My vocal chords were slashed.My voice was kept in a jar for them to mock.I never consented to their little childish experiment.Who said it was ok to cage me like an insect…