By: Edith Gallagher Boyd Ricky marked his calendar when the visits drew near. Sometimes Momma stayed for  cousins’ week, and sometimes she left us in Nana’s care. We brought our sleeping bags as we never knew how many young people…

By: Michael C. Seeger Time’s Celerity Time’s celerity astonishes me;Hastening death with its insatiate clock —Remorselessly tick-tocking a decreeNumbering my days and hours in its lock. Ignored in youth, the days went unnumbered.Misplaced time seemed to go on for hours.In…

By: John Grey SIDE EFFECT I get down on my kneesand smell wildflowers.What started asas a childhood curiosityis now habit.Colorful or plain,my nose isn’t particular.In its time,it’s breathed ineverything frombreathtaking purplesto plain whites,from the lushest,the showiest,to the most demure.Some offer…

By: Emmanuel G G Yamba The charm that holds meA spell cast upon my beingA beautiful face unleashEntices me to staringI’m bewitched and clench Like the rainbow in the skyThe face drape my lifeThe only tree in EdenThat feed me…

By: Cailey Tarriane I Wish I Was More Prepared. Left to be governed by moonlightUnequipped, flightless and never was Been loved like a daughterNever learned how to spread out wingsBecause I am daughtered Glints of the moon or I’m left…

By: Kathleen Bryson So weary of poemsabout oysters and eggsand bone, and pearls,with delicate allusions tomemento mori and organzawith Victorian references and forced rhymeswith frail loose endingsto stanzasSo tired of wordsused in poemslike coiled and sweetand violet and dryso bored…

By: John F Zurn     Long before Uriel Fox had traveled the world searching for some purpose for his life, he lived in a number of boarding houses.  He resided in these residences because they usually proved to be inexpensive,…

By: Mozid Mahmud Kabir’s life still holds importance in a society in pursuit of the one true Lord, steeped in religiosity and caste. He was born at a time when the Hindu-Muslim strife was raging across the subcontinent. Divided into…

By: Leda Glass I hold my toothpaste in my mouthAnd let it burn new holes. A pathetic attemptAt cleanliness,Maybe far too close to godlinessFor somebody like me— My inner cheek flesh,That suede bitten blanket,May have been twice rebornAnd a half,…

By: Aanika Gajendragad “Nisha, come down for dinner!” “You ask me to clean and then call me to eat when I’m cleaning…” I mumbled to myself. “Nisha!” “Coming, mother. I’ll be there in 15.” Mom kept asking me to clean…