By: Wendy Loh Frozen fountains in the street, My breath was weak and out of heat, Not enough of whiskey, perhaps – ah, indeed! One more round to drown my putrid grief. She loved those fountains down the street, It…

By: Wendy Loh Virtual flowers for lovers in a cybertronic century This is like drinking cheap instant coffee Overtly sweet, flat, quick, with a taste that dives into the bottom of sour bitterness A dead fish soaked in diluted perfume…

By: Steve Deutsch What are we if not a mix of stardust and desire? A shell that screams I want across the wanton landscape Those of us not saintly or demonic may temper ache with kindness, a balm of sorts for…

By: Steve Deutsch I have never been one to dive in. At Brighton Beach I’d shuffle seaward, slow as silt, while other children screeched into the ocean at a gallop, more race horse than human— faces shocked from whoa to joy…

By: Ian Fletcher They crucified Him but He rose again or so they claimed to vanquish death and worldly pain. Who would have thought people as meek as these could bring proud Rome to its knees and thus fall under His…

By: Aruna Subramanian Flying across the blue spread sky flapping my wings filled with thoughts, Swimming across the squirming stream wandering the mountains wrapped with trees, Splashing on the rocks Drowning in the falls Rising formless I roam in ruins on…

By: Aekta Khubchandani Hold me like you hold words between paper pages of ink and type- that paperback place that once smelled of life. Hold me like slices of meat between your tongue and teeth that glaze through butter plated on…

By: Aekta Khubchandani She may never have been happy but she was content, that night. An empty house, setting strawberry runners, a glass of cool sweet milk, a shallow dish of blueberries bathed in cream- there were moments of such stitched…

So, you have got one of those latest HD LED TVs and a Blu-Ray player but still you don’t get the theatre like experience because the TVs speaker aren’t that good. In order to get the theatre like movie watching…

By: Gentle Culpepper I have this friend, his name is Clay. He is a soldier who abides in the pretty wasteland we call Terra. Clay is a righteous minister of the cloth. His primary mission in life is to minister…