By: Ryan Quinn Flanagan juke into the end zone juke the music out of boxes I find it hard to believe the government toppled over without a little help, usually from other governments, your frenemies are most helpful that way (I…

By: Ryan Quinn Flanagan Your eyes are cove familiar binoculars of a particular leering dilated sentiments from broken mason jars the centuries between us a simple jump rope nobody can seem to master and you are not dead because my mind…

By: Nick Gallup Nigger Lover. I hated the words, and so did Constance, but she dismissed the hate mail that called her that and ignored the accompanying threats. “My God, Ford, I’ve been getting those letters for years. If they…

By: Andrew Openshaw We’re in a decadent spiral He claims. How dare you threaten all we’ve made With your lousy, languishing, Liberal ways. Look around you man, There’s no experience here. Granted there is a lot of Fear But entertainment…

By: Andrew Openshaw Beyond the realm of the insane Lies a place for those who Wait. A fated chasm, behind the Eyes, where burning fires radiate. It is there the wheel of thought Transcends, life’s objective view Stops and ends —…

By: Keith Moul “Modern travel: convenient speed”: Railroad Promotion latter 19th century. Amid squeals cattle came along as well. Destined to the center of stink, ever rising, to be butchered, rendered down to hooves. Miasma grew inland from Lake Michigan, emitted…

By: Keith Moul Across the bow blows a divine wind, the kamikaze. A battle at sea teaches us about God; and God burns His image in the minds of the living; God incinerates the dead, so often leaving boiling blood as…

By Gaither Stewart (ROME) When in 1978 the 31-year old Afghan Communist politician-activist, Mohammad Najibullah, arrived in Tehran, “exiled” to neighboring Iran as Afghanistan’s Ambassador, I had just left Iran where I had worked throughout the year of 1977. Najibullah’s…

By: Mohammad Jashim Uddin Farrukh Ahmad is one of the most powerful poets of Bangla literature, and known as the Muslim Renaissance poet. He is also considered a humanitarian poet in Bangla like Kazi Nazrul Islam, national poet of Bangladesh….

By: Mary Bone Word Whisperers throughout the day Shout words also at night Over intercoms and loud speakers. Voices come at me From many directions. Ventriloquists are on street corners Playing mind games with passersby As they look over their shoulders…