By: Aruna Subramanian Chirps of the little birdsWhispers in my deep slumber…Alluring aroma filling upAwakens my senses…Such a pleasant morningI open the balcony door.Cosmopolitan criesstrike in reality..I get on the rush wheelscarrying a backpacksearching my lifestruck overwhelmingon the endless lines…

By: Carl “Papa” Palmer seeing a squared up column of lower case clauses is how to recognize my poetry scoffing capitalizations and poor punctuation are allowed to liberalize my poetry finding my meter improvised, alliteration ill advised, deemed as duly…

By: Carl “Papa” Palmer Happy with myself the first time in years, able to look folks in the face unashamed, knowing another day has been conquered. My friends, my family, all proud of me, of how my life is finally…

By: Emily Ruggieri I’m driving away The day is new, the sun kisses my cheek through the glass Warm like the touch of the hand that cares, do you care Feelings are there, feelings I’m afraid to share Feelings that…

By Susi Bocks this determined path sometimes leads to places of not wanting to be staying stuck even my goals are far-reaching and my ambition is strong yet, i still find myself at an unpredicted stop life is devilish like…

By: Brianna Barden  

By: Anadi Naik The room is cool With a humming air-conditioner. The bed, the chair and the table Overused by ever present patients are old. The walls are empty like the face of that mirror sunk into the north side…

By Chinese Poet Yuan HongriTranslated by Manu Mangattu Outside the Universe of Sapphire Don’t you think the key is sweet If it condenses into a diamond in solitude And its song unlocks the portals to unseen gold? You have discovered…

By: Ethan Owens Malvern Hills in June This little cabin and your long nose make me feel at home Among the crumbling beams, white but blue. On this chair lies the greycoat, forgotten like the red before him, Rolled and…

By: Keith Moul Diana Ipso Facto Far from soft nights in Rome, prairie pauses for ritual witness to headlights gleaming back from dozens of reflectors lining a half mile of rude driveway: sparkling nymphs to court Diana’s statue (long erected…