By: Linda M Crate september wakes heavy on my bones for all it’s golden beauty i am always wound in nightmares of you because this is when you stole a piece of my soul i’ll never get back wish i…
By: Lynn Tieu My hands are the shadows of my parents’. Dawn begins and a distorted copy trails along. On sparkling platters, the eggrolls my mother made were savory and sweet, And drew in devoted followers like seductive Sirens from their…
By: Tom Sheehan Houston McKee slipped out of the water and the cluster of reeds he had hidden in when the gunfight occurred more than an hour earlier. Hoof beats of the bushwhackers had faded for at least 20 minutes….
By: Tom Sheehan It all really began with a kid’s game and the kid was touted long before he got out of Shadowdance on the trail to Abilene, because he came lit up like a store window dummy, all shiny…
By: Sobia Abdin I must have been holding the photograph for several minutes in my left hand, staring at it pensively, my head heavy with the weight of my thoughts. Ten years had elapsed since the photograph was taken. Lakshita…
By: Linda M Crate standing in the shadow of who you think you are no one could ever measure up because you’re always looking down your nose, and forgetting to be humble; the only reason you should look down on…
By: Pijush Kanti Deb It is not necessary on the part of a hunter and his casting of arrows to keep company with the guidelines, sometimes misleading and confusing to a hunter to reach his goal and its shadow- equally…
By: Yuan Changming I have already stopped But it is my shadow That is still moving As if it has a farther Destination to reach So, don’t even try to Hold it back within Your shape, but just Let it…
By: Hardeep Sabharwal All those legend of your liveliness and courage, entered in my bones as ants, forming an ant hill, like a newly wedded girl’s Bangle’s lyrics, chanting day and night, I don’t understand, There must be some other…