By: Debendra Lal The Revolt I slashed the tonguethe two eyes started revolting.I scooped the two eyes outthe two hands started revolting.I cut off the two handsthe two legs started revolting.Then I disfigured the two legsthe head with no eyesand…

By Cailey Tarriane I pinch myself to stay awake, the flesh that isn’t marked with wounds. My senses on alert, my eyes vaguely making out Petra’s shadowy figure. My eyes have adjusted to the small room for a long while,…

By: Bill Griffin Save Three yellowjackets have gatheredto worship a dead mouse.They are jealous of their god –if you nudge the mouse with a stickthey will sting you. We all fly to that which we hopewill save us. What if…

By: Arthur Turfa The Lament of Heloise So deep in the labyrinth of my heartechoes of your voice leave a joyous sound.Not even the pain of when we had to partcompels me to regret the love we found. Within the…

By: Thabi Moeketsi The dancing mango leaves have suddenly changed into Goliaths. Minutes before Pontso had laughed and played, peace all around. She looks up and screams, “HELP ME LORD.”  It’s breakfast time but Pontso  Modike is miles away from…

By: James Aitchison Fear not for the children.The wheel spinsand gives new soulsnew paths to walk.Every life is taken from this earthat an appointed timeas part of its eternal series.The younger life is often taken first,because it has ascended faster…

By: Dennis Vannatta Gus Penders had been born and raised and at the age of fifty-nine still lived in the Belle Harbor section of Queens, New York, but he felt set apart from other natives of the area due to…

By: Mahathi THE LITTLE THIEFDon’t stop but pamper Him, that prowler slyToddling with grace towards your kitchen door.Be sly like Him and His exploits espy!That thief, the worlds don’t hate but sure adore,Now there inside scooping butter and cheese.But lo…

By: Ramlal  Agarwal Jawaharlal Nehru was an aristocrat: a connoisseur, a lover of luxury and beauty. And yet, he was a democrat to his fingertips and rarely mixed parliamentary sessions. Mahatma Gandhi chose him as Prime Minister of India because…

By: Frances Leitch Sea Gift Sea – giver of lifeSea that delights as waters splashSea that fills children’s heartswith merrimentSea that carries shellsfor them to shoreSea that sings a songwith the windRoars like a lionessand cries not butAlways gives the…