By: Yuan Changming Now I’ve finally found the answer to our question! “What question?” Why am I so crazy about you? “Aha, that’s your question, not mine!” You know, I’ve been haunted by this question. In fact, I can never…

By: Anusha.u The teacher emerged.The whole classroomstood in silence.Some in reverence,Others in mere imitation. The teacher started:running betweenblackboard and text,For portions were to discuss.She explained,told,elaborated-All ways she could use.She had to teach it. She knew,her students werereal gems.She overspedthe die,to…

By: David Berger The ragged beggar, squatting at the edge of the busy street, had once been a wizard. Some knew his past; other folks could just tell. And they had two ways with him. Most avoided him, avoiding his…

By: David Patten Daybreak, mist rising from the surface, the chatter of tropical birds and primates from the dense rainforest flanking their small boat.  It’s long and narrow like a canoe, Elliot perched at the bow clothed in angler’s khaki. …

By: David Patten Amaya can’t suppress a wry smile.  An item of gossip has reached her.  It seems there are those intent on labeling her a witch.  Such an archaic term, unused for centuries, its connotation pejorative.  Amaya ponders that…

By: KJ Hannah Greenberg Storm A cyclone surged from deep in my soulMoving low, goallessly over mountainsAthward valleys, odd terrain, it yieldedNot squall, degree, measure of damage. Later, aspiration’s flowers, akin to prior,Hardened stones, sprouted flames uponSand carpets, boasted red-orange…

By: Karen E. Osborne Lucy’s breathing slowed. Mack’s Smith and Wesson lay on her lap. She slid moist fingertips along the barrel, sending tingles and ripples up her right arm. Dawn broke. Fog hugged the hills. Streaks of pinks and…

By: Allan Lake Before dawn, birds utter crazy praisesto their sun god. They wake me,make me recall that circle of downyfeathers left in courtyard yesterday.Silenced. A soft scene to give pause. Abandoning down-filled pillow I pivot,could never fly, into slippers,…

By: Grant Guy poem flysoarwalkfly sit fly fly nekrasov *** poem words words under attack get yours while they last words wordswords *** poem it hurt my motherit made me laugh make the bed father broke wind *** poem himselfhimself…

By: Alan Berger The next thing you knowCould be the last thing you needSoCall an ambulanceOr let it bleed As dead leaf’s scatterI tryToSeparate the fear in my headFrom the heart of the matter Will the last thing I heardBe…