By: : Srihith Jarabana  Opaque Tears Tears so opaque,That when he staresAt the mortal blue skies,Even distant stars reflect off them.But in the upper echelons of his thoughtsAnd in the chambers of your heart,Lies a place where he is lifted,To…

By William T. Hathaway “Seek and ye shall find,”I keep telling myself,seeking along in my sneakers,trying to find the way back to you,my source, course and goal.The path gets steeperas I clamber over scree slopes of past deeds.In this deep…

By: Onkar Sharma Poetry, being an art form that often communicates through symbolism and figurative expressions, goes a few notches up as I look through the page of Sushant Thapa’s poetry collection ‘Love’s Cradle’. The collection is a journey –…

By: Bruce Levine It was only a matter of minutes. We had a short break so I laid it across a couple of chairs while I went to the men’s room. When I got back it was gone.             It’s…

By: Michael Shawyer Why did the post have to arrive so early? The postman whistling about the saints marching in while he bounced up the path like an animated stick insect. There was only one for number 25 and he…

By: Kiley Brockway  Fever Dream A night of coughing to long awaited sleep brought this on. I wonder what monster crawls round the TIGHTBoarded up doors of our midNIGHTSTo listen to may to lay to praySHUSH! If you are careful…

By: Bruce Levine Longer days are here Filling skies with shades of blue Clouds go drifting by

By: KJ Hannah Greenberg To Gank In international forums, “thievery’s” not defined by lovely scapes or glistening gels.“Honesty’s” separated from “fraudulence” by reticulating deeds and feckless words.Agonal breathing’s never evidenced lagabouts, idlers, shiftless souls as “worthless.”At times, folks may be…

By Nicola Vallera I flatten my potato nose against the cold glass. The old lady across the street stands like a stone figure, her piercing gaze drilling into me like she can see through my soul. A chill runs down…

By Onkar Sharma I am deeply humbled and grateful for the heartfelt review of my poetry collection, “Songs of Suicide,” written by John Potter in the esteemed Hooghly Review. Addressing the sensitive and poignant themes of suicide and depression, I…