By: Michael C. Keith They’ve all come to look for America. –– Paul Simon After considering how to get me across town to where I was to meet up with a colleague, the hotel doorman decided it was easier just…

By: William T. Hathaway As the viciousness of capitalism engulfs ever more of us, our yearnings for change are approaching desperation. The system’s current leader, Barack Obama, has shown us that the only change we can believe in is what…

By: Indunil Madhusankha It is a quite indisputable truism that modern man has begun to emerge victorious in diverse areas of human activities in a tremendously influential attempt of clamouring to enter the information age thereby exploring boundaries beyond the…

By: Ali Znaidi Sana Rafiq-Mitchell opens her collection with “If poetry is an eruption volcanic”. This may be the gist or the manifesto of the book. Nomenclature is important because mortality is associated with being nameless. One also realizes that…

By: Linda M Crate i know you’re the genius, and i’m just the mad hatter; you’re the white knight i am the blackest of nights— tell me something that i don’t know everything that falls from your lips is the…

By: Linda M Crate broken halos of light fall upon the darkness you left me in all i wanted was to hold your hand because you were the rainbow of my heart, but you stole away the light and stars…

By: Learnmore Edwin Zvada Bad and bad ’tis true of that old bloke In this neighborhood, he remained an estranged fella The November rains signaled his lengthy ordeal His memories they were tucked ashore Somewhere in Cashel valley they say Such…

By: Learnmore Edwin Zvada You come down on me With an incessant inrush of fists that disables my jaw The lips you used to kiss, darling, you have bruised The body you used to caress is defaced and mottled Now you…

By: Pijush Kanti Deb She is going out witnessing a brighter heaven through her babbling friend– the open window of her kitchen, stepping her restless left foot out of my egalitarian door- leading to a hell for her, I believe,…

By: Pijush Kanti Deb A dogmatic cloud carries on its lunatic falling cats and dogs on an innocuous dream maybe of yours or mine, for a shinny morning for the dormant to see and mould their days till it catches…