By: Sahaj Sabharwal Inner Voice is a voice Which expels when no choice. Tolerance is silent inside noise Which becomes dangerous crime’s base. Including burning heart cries Which ignites when blood dries. Tension reaches greater heights Which internally firmly bites….

By: Marcus Severns Drop That Heavy Load You gotta unwind Your shoe laces, And let a load off your chest By letting go of the tension With a large breath; Let it go. The weight of the world is on…

By: Constance Woodring skittering through the edges of your life. So tiny, and yet so much power do I have over the female gender. They are taught by the age of three to scream “EEK!” at the sight of me,…

By Alan Berger I certainly can’t blame you For throwing me out of our band Let us face the music I had a heroin addiction as big as the land Remember when they built that tour bus Just for our…

By: Mehreen Ahmed Late afternoon drizzles blighted the lights. Layered clouds, hung over in translucent folds. Dusky shadows fell upon a gully’s end. Next to this, a cinnamon farm lay stretched to the horizon. Tia Magnolia stood on this farm,…

By: Kevin O’Keeffe Streetlamp I’ve long admired him, This steely Atlas, Denying the dark its nightly ambition. He is like a footman, stiff With some serious duty. Trusted, and attentive. Are we so different, he and I? He eyes the…

By : Amirah Al Wassif   they said your voice shouldn’t be heardwe need a woman without soundthen I asked my godo lord, do I count?and he answered me in shortraise your voice and shoutthey said we need a perfect…

By Gaither Stewart Get out your atlas. You will likely need it when you read farther here about the intriguing but little known story in a lesser known part of Alpine Europe: Italy’s northern territory of Alto Adige, better known…

By: Steven Jakobi for Wally A bright blue morning, clean and fresh after the rain. An ordinary day of ordinary lives and ordinary tasks. Except that you left us today. A Wednesday in August. Like any other Wednesday during your…

By: Steven Jakobi Deep snow stills the woods, ice sparkles in the morning sun, but the longer days are brighter and the wind is a bit kinder. The February sky is filled with the nasal chords of geese, the sonorous…