By: James Aitchison Poetrychanges the shapeand substanceof memories.Circling truths,exposing them,crushing them.Until nothingremains ofthe original.Not one jot.

By: Charlotte Cosgrove Roman de la poire The first time the heartcame out of the bodyAs a tokenIt was cradledIn the hands of manGifting his affectionWith a pear.He mustHave been sweatingLonging forThe sumptuousnessOf the fruit.For her to takeA bite.Peel the…

By: Aleksandra Lekić Vujisić Walking I am walking on the needles of past livesThat fit so nicely in the portrait of my pain,I am holding onto sparkling memoriesThat never wanted to hug loss and shame. I am leaving without any…

By: Jim Brosnan When the World Was Silent Beneath the milkyshadows of a blue moon,I cautiously follow youas we hopscotchthe beige bouldersof the breakwater.We stop to watchreturning lobster boatsheading to port,the hum of diesel enginesfilling the August airbefore we sit…

By: Michael Degnan It was ten minutes before the bombs went off that Charles first saw her, the woman of his dreams, in a park in Washington DC. She sat cross-legged on the grass, strumming a guitar. A soft breeze…

By: Farumbo Why do i always feel judged on my lookLike re-reading your favourite parts of your favourite book ?Why do i feel this pain deep inside ,If I suffer for eternity i may just deeply cry . When i…

By: Raymond Greiner The year is 1928, and the United States is suffering an economic depression. James Abernathy graduated from high school in Indianapolis, Indiana and awarded a scholarship at the Chicago Electrical Institute. James drove his Model T ford…

By: Bruce McRae The Mystery Man His atoms were formed inside exploding stars.He’s not at home on any planet. Grace. Élan. Savoir faire.Attributes beyond his ken and reckoning. He stands outside in the heaving rain.And how else does one capture…

By: Chandra Shekhar Dubey How many times I have whisperedSoftly in your ears that I am getting old.My hair has grown grey and bald patcheshave overgrown here and thereoften reminding of my dropping shouldersand sunken chest peeping through soggyeyelines and…

By April Mae M. Berza Being a part of the UNESCO campaign together with the RoundGlass Foundation called #KindnessMatters allows me to be kind and compassionate not only to others but also to myself, bringing out the best in me…