By: Chuck Orloski Just outside D.C. Convention Center, at an illegal D.C. parking space, Terry the Tramp’s studded leather boot lowered his Harley Davidson kickstand. Looking upward into a crystal night sky, he heard a doorman’s voice, “Hey, Mister, why are…

By: Denny E. Marshall The One Launching a telescope into space At the beginning of the millennium Its lens can see different waves Our own eyes cannot see Besides recording change in temperature Measured in millionth of degree The data…

By: Denny E. Marshall The Collection You collect dreams Handle only with gloves Put them between plastic sheets To keep them new and un-faded Stack like record collection Never play even once Bury sounds and stories Under covers the unknown…

By: Sasheera Gounden   Bed of cream Sheet of sugar Hot candle wax and a plate of ice Melting snow Stream of flies Yellow-orange streamers Ladybird years Butterfly wings Flutter

By: Sasheera Gounden You are bare A barren womb Asleep under the fig tree Within fresh dirt White clean stones and bits of calcium Jut from the feet Of the fig tree Fresh black beans and greyscale letters Permanent red circles…

By: Gaither Stewart The atmosphere was still peculiar and elusive, emanating a magical incantation he hadn’t fully perceived in his youth here. Nonetheless and despite doubts generated by personal experience, he felt that life was triumphing. Optimistic thoughts ran through…

By: Pavle Radonic Hard to believe, but precisely on the point of seating the famous old Hindi song from the mid-seventies over the speakers. Remarkable coincidence. Did the look-out pass the wink to the lads in back for the switch to…

By: Sri Ram “So you can’t come early today, post noon?” Rosy asked Roger, her sweet husband. “Honey, I am going on business. I will be coming late in the evening. What do you want me to bring home, when…

By: Wylie Strout “You forgot your smile,” says the cashier. Constant indigestion. Constant chewing. No one approaches, anymore. Worlds of people living behind closed doors. Hiding from the air; hiding from the sun. Petunia locks the car doors. Heading home after…

By: Sri Ram Paul, a 5 year old kid and Ben, a 7 year old were both playing the game of planes. They had exchanged their boeing toys, which had wheels and wings exactly the same way, most airports, that…