By: Denny E. Marshall Board time machine to greatest show Beginning, too watch the big bang Plus view remnants of afterglow Board time machine to greatest show Seats to far away to spot glow As creations first doorbell rang Board time…

By: Denny E. Marshall Roar of the lion Locked inside the pen Drips of tears like paint Peel away after time Layer after layer Rains deep from the sky Neither clear outside Nor a single cloud Choice of few words Or…

By: Denny E. Marshall Dimension earth is in At best, a wild guess Place molecules touch land Binding shuffle of long draw Would lucks face change If wheel stops on seven Secrets universes hand holds One day to unfold in pairs

By: Raymond Greiner  The history of warfare and the design of war, we are familiar with during this stage of human development, began in earnest after human living design distanced itself from the long time hunter-gatherer format. Sumer, in the…

By: Janna Vought Daddy’s dying, doesn’t know my name. Machines next to the bed hum him a lullaby. A fly escapes through an open window, into the unnatural bright day. How did we get here? I used to be young. Now,…

By: Janna Vought The world is wrong about me I’m a genius, broken girl sprung from Hell. Hell, where nectar flows from stone flowers and blackened apples shine. There are no humans here, only ghosts and shadows. Descend slowly, dark angel,…

By: Zunayet Ahammed i Beauty captivates me Not you I discern Beauty is skinned deep Subject to degeneration and decay Yet you feel proud of it Mysterious! ii You adorn yourself every day with softness, pearly whiteness, tenderness and the grace…

By: Zunayet Ahammed For her impulses intensified We poured and didn’t pour light Into her shadowy recollection Saying all this She faded away Like time flower But doesn’t she pass away afar Making us paranoid More passionately forever? She exists Like…

By: Pijush Kanti Deb The tree is too generous to hide its helplessness and the golden creeper is opportunist to accomplish its earthly compulsion- ‘’The struggle for existence’’. Here, as the difference is significant and debatable too so accountable is…

By Pijush Kanti Deb My old father shouts at me, ‘’Where is the ladder?’’ and throws me too into his spring time to witness a sweet flashback where, the shamefulness and fear are seen climbing a ladder to reach up…