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…
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…
By: Pawel Markiewicz Introduction to the myth The myth has happened in darkness of forest,near the old druidic altar with the stone.It was foggy then, shrouded in last summer.Here a fawn was born at dawn and morn – no woe!…
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…
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…
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…
By: Ethan Goffman The Many Reasons to Kill a Spider After hauling junk out of the shed one sickly sticky sweaty morning, separating it into trash and salvageable goods, scrubbing the filthiest corners, ending up coated in grease and dirt,…
By: Mike Zone the true riverdale Archie and Jughead were loversBetty and Veronica?He could never decide“because you really want toand resist the natureof needing to get theminto a three-way.”Mr. Weatherbee salivatedPimping bothArchie and Jugheadoutin draglookingjust likeBetty and Veronaalready pimped outon…