By: E. Martin Pedersen BRAAAAASH electro-shock buzzer jump-starts the tiny crowd It’s chilly in here, I’m chilly dry salty mouth At first they’re falling down a lot, like drunks on marbles sticks clack make good passes that are not picked up…

By: E. Martin Pedersen Marianna can’t stand the sound of chewing She can’t sit with grandpa She leaves the table or makes us all self-conscious because she’s on record She can’t stand the sound of chewing ——————- SHE IS SO WRONG…

By: Pijush Kanti Deb A single glance of the glamorous eyes reaps thousands of magical hands on my barren land and as it is expected the seven wonders get tarnished as quick as they can with the furnish of the…

By: Pijush Kanti Deb When history started its moving towards light Everything was just like The earth’s revolution around the sun Throwing No seed of controversy No greed for interchange And no misdeed of superiority or inferiority complex As someone…

By: Chuck Orloski Down on your knees American voters! Trump and the K.K.K. must be beaten and from Salt Lake City, Mitt Romney has launched Low Energy and Little Mario, two Hydro-Anemic Bombs designed to destroy Japs, Cossacks, Mooslims, and Dixie…

By: Sri Ram At the midnight of the owls, by the tall coconut tree whose strong and thick trunk crawled across from the house in the neighborhood and connected to the balcony of the hospital, Ramesh jumped onto the balcony….

By: Gaither Stewart The flow of Andrey’s life recalled that of the uncontrollable race on a roller-coaster. From the time he boarded, his unstable little car had carried him at terrifying speeds around curves and over bumps, up, up, then…

By: James Clark Less than a pinpoint on a map of the United States, Medicine Bow Wyoming sits at the cross roads of highways 487 and US 30/WY287. Surrounded by millions of acres of wild land, with vistas that stretch all…

By: Linda M Crate i sat in the dandelions dreaming, and i began to see them: the crows; i read somewhere once that crows follow those who attract the fae, and i wonder if you weren’t sighing and flying and…

By: Linda M Crate i felt you there when i sang dancing in the creek avoiding the beaks of hungry crows you danced in the sunlight streams and beckoned to me with your gold, and i felt your wings dance…