Written by Chinese Poet Hongri Yuan Translated by Yuanbing zhang Who is sitting in the heaven and staring at me? Who is sitting in the golden palace of tomorrow? Who is smilling? The golden staff in his hand Flashing the…

By: Darren C. Demaree 1.EMILY AS WAVES, WAVES I got these bruises just holding on to Emily as she opened herself up to the full moon   2. EMILY AS THE LAST PRAYER I got fizzy water out of a…

By: Linda M Crate if you’re a god how far have the heavens fallen? you bleed a little too much like a human for me to believe you, and you scream like a baby insistent upon always having his way;…

By: Sudeep Adhikari Solitary, stoic silent and stoned a god stands tall with his fractal emptiness; green, saffron and vermillion red melting on his mighty chest while the sleep-walking witch sways in aqueous ecstasy her silty mist of lust and love pervades the effulgent infinity of…

By: Adreyo Sen When I woke up in the morning, You were gone. I looked for You everywhere. I went to the temple, but You were not there. I went to the mosque, but they said You were long gone. I…

The river still waits for the boats that once sailed over to the other side with hopes to conquer lands beyond the distant hillocks. Centuries have gone by yet no fellow returned. Not even a descendant ever showed up. No news…

By: Mark Williams   Baptized in flames Of fire restrained Me a love went up in smoke Ashes to ashes Dust to dust The Lord sent her away. Baptized in flames Heart burning in flames Heat spreading, surrounded me Dark…

By: Pamela Riley I remember the color of your eyes that day we drove to Calvary and how you said my smile could murder the moon. Everything I did that summer was for you – the shells rattling in old cans…