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…

By: Joe Barca your poemgently broke meall the tearspent up inside stalagmitesand stalactitesin the caveof my unconscious your wordsa shock of sparrowsrelentlessecho through me the ghosts of lossthat haunt usa fatherand a daughter the riverand the water

By: George Gad Economou Lost Drunk Desires visiting whorehouses without caring to get action, toobroke to afford special services, yet wishing to breathe in the rough atmosphere,yearning to taste again the essence of joints Ionce frequented more than home—I felt…

By, Karen Lee Stradford It’s been a long day.I can use a distraction.My sister Lynn invited me to anoutdoor concert,guaranteed to make me forget my troublesand lose myself in the music. With no questions asked, I prepare for the greatest…

By: Raymond Greiner     Preparing for winter.  It is mid-October and the trees are spectacular.  I anticipated autumn to be less colorful.  We had such a dry summer; driest of the ten summers I have lived at this place.  The…

By: Emmanuel G G Yamba History of a night maybe this is why the scripture saysweeping may endure at nightbecause the sun smileis engulf within the cloud& the moon looses it’s tasteon the lip of the sky all through the…