By: James Aitchison You, with all your turmoil, will find peace.No longer will you wander through earthly stages,Suffering, bearing grief,Unaware of the presence of the wheel.Find the balance between strength and weakness,Retain self-honesty, clarity, and love.Walk the path and see…

By: Sheila Henry I see the destructionFlashing flames on the TV screenIt’s 2003 a time marked in historyA fiery storm rains on a city—BagdadBuildings aflamed that make a fiery graveNo discretion implementingA war based on liesHuman lives sacrificed andYoung men…

By: Shane Dickie Who will love the wasp? Who will love the wasp?Who will love the wasp, I ask?Is it her aggressive nature,The nasty bite she gives?We feel justified, even vindicated inKilling her ; we as humans have license to…

By: Stephen Kingsnorth Back to the Future Return to churned, stick in the mud,does it suggests drag, shamed retreat,drawn by a magnet to what’s passed? But is there loss as we’ve been rushed,the compass needle out of true,styled into shape…

By: Ranjit Kulkarni At the open house of Vidya Niketan School, all students sat in uncomfortable silence. Most of them were with their mothers. Some of them were with their fathers. They waited for the class teacher to call them….

By: Anthony Ward The aged man sat aloft in his chair looking towards the fireplace. Flames danced ritually, stretching into the air, before being swiped by the wind that whirred down the chimney. The words his daughter uttered were not…

By: Deryn Cressey-Rodgers When we were young, we danced like GodsAnd burned like angels.Original sinners, sinning strongBut frailToo poor to pay the costOf crossing.Feinting, falling, freedom-fightersLiving off scraps from the grail-fires,As the brightest candleMust gutter before the rise of dayWe…

By: Sarvenaz Ghasemi The Madhouse of Ogden A cold and dark December nightLight of moon that is mourning whiteYou won’t feel the sun warmth when it riseWhat’s good of a heart when it just dies?Far deep beneath the waves of…

By: April Mae M. Berza Love is political. And so is lovemaking.Voting for democracy of desiresseemed illogical but we foughtfor this freedom as you expressedthe purest intentions to me.When we visited the parliamentof passion, you deflowered my soul.You governed my…

By: Ikera Olandesca hello doc. how are u? i dont want to sound paranoidor attention seeking hehe but my body is feeling superuseless lately. is that normal? is it normal to miss people so hard all your muscles cramp and…