By: Frances Leitch Star Bright Sprouting starsof flowers bloomingin fields and meadowsThe birth of springsunshine huesand velvet petalsClothe the earthin faces of lightwashing offthe tinge of nightStar Bright Little Bird In the chilly mornWhen the sun rises uppast the songbirds…

By: Andrea Myinga An appetite won at noonLost on facing a tableThe one entrusted to blessMake it bitter and long It absorbed aromaKilled stories going onStories of pallbearer and IAbout the best casketHas to match colours of heaven Hey heaven!…

By: Malathy Sreenivasan The Mind acts like an enemy for those who do not control it.                                    Lord Krishna, Shrimad Bhagavad Gita The world is changing; the technological advances in nuclear science, space exploration, medical field, education, health, food habits,…

By: Jim Bates Snowy lakeside treesHazy soft dreamy shorelineFrosted Fairyland. After the snowfallLandscape resting peacefullyOverwhelming calm. Northwest wind blowingCold gray winter day chills deepFireplace burns warmly. Deep north woods cabinDecember snowfall thigh deepSnowshoes beckoning..

By: Rich Elliott The boys in the wagon whooped and hollered, delirious with adventure. “Glory bound!” “Graybacks, look out!” “Here come the heroes of Osky!” Thirteen-year-old Joseph John did a drum roll on a barrel-top. Brrrrt, tap. Tap, tap, tap….

By Payal Nagpal the well-earned brings together 65 poets from different parts of India, including Tripura, Odisha, Assam, West Bengal, Arunachal Pradesh, Delhi, Jalandhar, Mumbai, Tiruchirappalli, Hyderabad, and Pune. The editor, Kiriti Sengupta, has authored several volumes of poetry, and…

By: Radomir Vojtech Luza Isolation Alley Alone in room 22A metaphysical zooLoaded choo choo Here in Grand Valley Healthcare CenterIn Van Nuys, CA The walls speaking a language of their ownClosing in like Allied troops after Normandy Blinds taped to…

By Harrison Abbott Miles came in. Loudly. He bashed the front door shut and woke me up. As he’d done before so many times. I loved the man, but, fuck, he was a noisy bastard, and I’d already spoken to…

By: Nikki Williams Joan took one last look at the sunlit ocean from her window seat. Blue, like the sprawling sky that filtered through foliage as she’d trekked into the dense woods.  When she’d finally found the hut under the…

By: Don Tassone Five months after the end of a war that pitted brother against brother, still dressed in his blue uniform, Thomas Fenwick approached a brick house surrounded by oaks and maples with leaves of red and brown.  White…