By: Januário Esteves War word To the glorious dead in battleby the ego of the generalsrest in excrementof rotten bodies allthe silenced human vaingloryby concomitant ignorancethat goes beyond common sensethat should be the hallmarkof the human, of the superhumanthat forks…

By: Amrita Sharma A ‘screen’ may serve as a perfect sort,That may turn to a ‘simile’ by a poet’s craft,A greater may turn it to ‘metaphor’ still,And a superior to a ‘symbol’ that holds a thought,It may still form a…

By: Stanley Lovell WORDS ON PAPER Soft grinding sound of cheap plastic ballpoint pendragging through white pulp striated blue. Pen shuffles forward inky snail slimeletters stretch into pained words classic bread and butter only descriptionslack calories. Starting the day I…

By: Ram Govardhan Oh! My Dear Beirut,my heartfelt commiserations. The last time we met,about five summers ago,it was at the very seaportthat is in shambles now.Even the majestic naval base,has endured a generous jolt. I love your iron heart, dear.Yeah,…

By Eric P. Koch I scream and shout as I storm into battleThrough mud and field I run.Firing at the unseen “enemy”But enemy, no, that can’t possibly beFor they are all my brothers. I scream and shout as I storm…

By: Jack Bristow      The large van lurched up the snow-capped mountains, higher and higher, farther and farther away from civilization. Scotty Kline, forty-four, scruffy faced, was behind the wheel navigating the many twists, turns and straddling the black ice,…

By: Supatra Sen Two Women –Separated in Space and Time She would read the newspaperIn the quiet afternoonsAfter the entire household of twenty threeWould be fed and attendedMarried at nine and mother at sixteenSchooled by experience, taught by lifeEnsuring that…

By: Paweł Markiewicz I have dreamed during the whole night. A dreamy Erlking has come to me with his wizardry of muses. I opened my dear soul for his fulfillment as well as for the dreamery full of moonlit night….

By Rex Bowman It’s early summer and I’m sitting on the couch, hurriedly flipping through the sports channels with an air of desperation, as if the pin has just fallen out of the grenade and I need to find it…

By: Emalisa Rose sky interrupted you were lightningi was the skyinterrupted moments beforewe made rain. ### double shot Joe gives me a good pourthe goose with a lemon twistfive big blooming olives he loves how i flirt withhis parrot eyes..a…