IV. Dr. Prakash Kumar
A helpless worm on the point of a needle,
Wriggling in vain for release,
Every Day Poems
A helpless worm on the point of a needle,
Wriggling in vain for release,
Spider by John Wright This overcast morning leaf and lawn are drenched in dew-soaked air. My window frames a filigree
Continue readingThe Lion Pauses by henry 7. reneau, jr. Sunday, February 21st standing at the podium, The Audubon Ballroom in Harlem
Continue readingEverybody knows the man in the moon
is blue cheese, that dogs keep the sun at bay
in winter, that fireflies are the souls
of the dearly departed, flickering through
Amsterdam Wide Dreams by Alessandro Cusimano a lovely girl brings home her puppet boyfriend and plays with him the tall
Continue readingThe Last Storm by Brian Lawson It stormed this evening. It was invigorating. The wind bent the trees and turned
Continue readingEquarium strange by Dr. Narendra Kumar Arya Around the lame-lit fogginess Dark figures are swimming They have the heads Eyes
Continue readingHawk by Andrew Demcak Wings open, wind-carried, an angel’s book. Talons ready to change music to that of funeral dirge.
Continue readingNeon on the Outskirts at the Break of Dawn by Allan Safarik Washed out neon in the morning sun like
Continue readingPoem Found in a Wood by Ian Dudley the low sun turns puddles into sheets of sky indigo where the
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