The distinctive voice of Irish-born Denise Ryan is strikingly captured in the debut collection of selected poems ‘Of Silken Waters’ that offers an immediate entry into her world, but also expresses an implicit realism that consistently sustains their compelling thematic…

By: Reese Scott If he felt like he was being pulled down the hall on a leash. The people walking around him all knew they were taking him to the furthest place possible from “home.” As he walked down the…

By: Julia Knowlton I. Your desire and failing light are the same. If I could I would make tea leaves out of you; to read. Their amber odor sweet. My private book. Your slightest look easily will unclose me, cummings mused,…

By: Julia Knowlton Do we travel for this—non-meaning, non-belonging? Now on the grey clock, I do not owe you a thing. You cannot know if I will ever come home. Here, strangers are the same as the people I love…

By: Ndifreke George If I could see pain and its thorns that make us cry If I could see war and its pinging bullets that shatters our haven If I could see hardship and its merciless whip that saps our wellness…

By: Ndifreke George Unsaid words fill my mouth Like butterflies They want to fly Like the birds They want to be free Free to be seen by those eyes Which have stayed awake They want to be heard by those ears…

“In each of us there is another who we do not know.” –Carl Jung Dear other within, Hellooo in there! I’m speaking to you. Yes, you–the other within. I don’t know you. I was surprised to hear that you are…

By: S.CS Why do they call it a restroom anyway? I can’t remember the last time i went there to rest. Possibly never. And are you one of those people who keeps a stack of books in there so you…

By: S.CS What business do you have traveling through my dreams as though you owned them? You and all your teasing and talkin’ at me, flirting and then drifting away. I can’t hold you in this place, but then, come to…

By: S.CS “I have heard that voice many a time when asleep and, what is strange, I understood more or less an order or an appeal in an unearthly tongue: day draws near, another one, do what you can.” –Czesław Miłosz…