By: James Aitchison How we long for control,for ordered lives,neatly wrapped days,tidy packages tied withpredictable string.But I see nothing tidyin Nature; no straight lines,nothing the same shape,the same size; nothingeasy, nothing smooth.And I love it! The road isforced to follow…

By: Carl “Papa” Palmer light around the edge of the blinds5:30 I hope 6:30 I guesseither way I need the bathroomhoping there’s time to get back in bedfor at least another hourbefore 7:30 alarm clock on the night tablenot wanting…

By: Carl “Papa” Palmer The first thing I notice every time I come to visit is the familiar aroma of this hallway smelling as if the same lavender laundry soap is used in every assisted living facility in Tacoma. I…

By: Guillermo Bowie Todo en la vida es pasajeroY Miguel De UnamunoNo fue el primero enConcluir toda ramificada conclusión de este sentido De haber mencionadaLa realidad abruptada en ser pasajeraRelatarla con la brevedadDe algunos días expirados en la obelisca llamada…

By: Jim Bates Springtime country walkStrolling under sunny skiesSoaking up the sun. Springtime seeds fallingSwirling on a southern breezeScattering like dreams. Springtime breeze blowingDucks dabbling on rippling lakeBobbing happily.

By Deen Sayeedin Root summons me forth“Say, embrace with me”Abruptly the sound arises in the air“No, no, no”My entrance waversThe soul in in fluctuation Bringing dreadfulnessThe sound comes forwardWith darkness Swiftly with sword,Root says“Let’s fight”FightOn and onMe, being a vapor,Mix…

By: Clive Aaron Gill My name is Mwanza Mufulira, and I am sixteen. In Livingstone, Zambia, my parents and I live in a two-bedroom brick house with a corrugated steel roof. The city is named after David Livingstone, a Scottish…

By: Mohit Saini The forest sighs in hues of gold,A tapestry of fire unfolds.Each trembling leaf, a whispered note,Descends in silent, graceful float.The earth is dressed in amber light,A fleeting blaze before the night.The air is sharp with cinnamon,As dusk…

By Karthik Kaushik “The wisdom of the old is never lost” or as a Zeliangrong proverb says, “Peihruina boumei” beautifully captures the essence of ‘The Cowries and Other Poems’ by Dr. Achingliu Kamei. Growing up far from the Northeastern region…

By: Pavle Radonić K.V. two long weeks later, according to the Chief. (Magnificent gallantry from the time equivalent to the Troubadours.) Gone quarter past 3 on another hot afternoon, busted sandal strap making it hotter. Thiru couple of days ago…