By: S.D. Lavender Before I ended up here, I played piano four nights a week at Fong’s Chinese joint on the north side. I was pretty good, but nobody really cared. They came for the food. It was good food….

By: Amber Box The Littles scatter like fallen leaves Freeze dried, blowing across an autumn wind The sweet smell of late honeysuckle Sits on the tongue as if you could taste it The warm sun laced with the cool breath…

By: Rachael Welch I am a meadowlark, Wandering through the thick oak forest Longing for clearings in the dense brush, so I can Embrace the miniature grasses again. “Tickle my naked feet and shock me sideways!” I exclaim. One leap, Gone….

By : Jeshtha Kamra A man there was, Not understood by many. His friends were superfluous, If he had any, Levitas his principle, Pleasure his aim, Neither guilt existed for him Nor shame. I may not know the science of…

By: Shilpa Jayshankar   It was a pleasant morning, I boarded a bus in Banshankari and sat glued to the window next to my seat. The pleasant weather and my mood made me switch on the music on my mobile almost…

By: Leena A formlessness scatters on the night sky; that spreads its embrace over obscure spaces, over earth, over water, over air, behind a veil of silence.

By: Leena   We are all miscellaneous, ploughing the fields of wasteland; with a private understanding of life; an incongruous effect – suffocating, whether awake or asleep in air – conditioned rooms.

By: Gaither Stewart The new heaven and the new earth. And he that sat upon the throne said, Behold, I make all things new. And he said unto me, Write: for these words are true and faithful. -Revelation: 21:5. The…

By: Changming Yuan It rains a lot in Vancouver Often does this rain remind me of The days when you sojourned here With my family, after Father left all of us While walking in the rain, you would Recall, under my…

By: Changming Yuan You are really haunted by this letter Yes, since it contains all the secrets of Your selfhood: your name begins with it You carry y-chromosome; you wear Y-pants; both your skin and heart are Yellowish; your best poem…