A nylon rope Looped in Eerie folds Lay close by A forlorn human Who intends To make A quick decision Between life and death After an ambiguous spat With fellow beings Who he wants to show But cannot see At the spur…
By: Sajan George suicide is not cowardice but a rare blinding act of pure will by a fearless mind insane though in its own lone ways it requires the agility alertness of a hunter the unwavering focus typical of those losing…
By: Riley Eleanor It’s six twenty-two in the morning and the last time I was up this early was four years and ten months ago. You see, this sunrise will be the last I will view in San Francisco, perhaps the…
Did he mourn the demise of his old mother who‘d walked into the sunset forever? Did he confront the flashbacks of unforgettable moments which billowed from the smoky ashes? Was he dying for the golden moments he had once lived because…
By: April Mae M. Berza like a falling debris from a construction site slowly committing suicide as it touches the ground, again I looked up to witness how words magnetized the tongue to remain silent as if under oath, the oath…
By: David Hariman Her makeup was garishly overdone. There was too much eye shadow, eyeliner and mascara. Her lips glared in fire-engine red lip gloss. Her fingers were tipped in acrylic French nails. Her hair, well, her hair was to…