Night’s Brilliance by Dabir Ahmed Shaikh Stream of consciousness flows on, stars smile on Forms shapes, smiles flit on. Desires fulfilled unfulfilled whirl on. Stars of gloom on the mournful sky haunted by the horror of the onslaught Astronauts spin on to distant darkness. My heart beats spill out stream of sorrow. The new shapes…
The Bedroom by Doug Draime
The Bedroom by Doug Draime There is no point of reflection here. It wavers at the angle the bed used to be. Where it was once was, at that angle, I watched the stars and moon. Now the moon is where the apple tree was. The radio has completely disappeared. A Mexican vase is there…
Attention by Zachary Anthony
Attention by Zachary Anthony ATTENTION. Overwhelming, normally unconscious, Compulsion. You throw yourself out there. Was it worth it? Everyone is laughing at you. Everyone is cheering for you. Everyone is trying to empathize with you. But it feels wrong. Your outburst, Big or small. Even now, You want these words to be read. Is it…
It’s her fault by John Steffen
It’s her fault by John Steffen Because of the moon Wife and I got in a fight when I dragged her outside to see the light tonight Because of the moon The light of night is not her interest, she said And I am just a fool, by her insistence and spite Because of the…
Fourteen by Morgan Rae Glazier
Fourteen by Morgan Rae Glazier During a Sunday drive, our mother stopped our white Dodge Spirit at the base of the Harrisville hills. She snatched a chisel and hammer, from the Spirit’s storage, and said, wait here girls. For thirty minutes, my sister and I stared out the car window, our mother carving her and…
echoes of love by Earl Moore
the spring garden
passionate love poem
softly echoes
my longing for you
but now emptiness
Lunch Break, Kansas by Devin Harrison
Lunch Break, Kansas by Devin Harrison The children dip midday under broad-armed elms by the edge of the lake cup their hands in water send schools of marbled green glass minnows shuttering through the shallows we have just come off an endless summer road, stopped for play after miles of wheat and Milo and dust…
The Blues by Amit Parmessur
The Blues by Amit Parmessur Around blue, white oceans, in a blue and black house dwells a black speck. So black, so blue black alive, emotionally blue. Sometimes like a fresh road, after the rain, spellbinding every periwinkle and sometimes imitating a baffled bluebird he has had the blues so, so often that he…
IV. Dr. Prakash Kumar
A helpless worm on the point of a needle,
Wriggling in vain for release,
Spider by John Wright
Spider by John Wright This overcast morning leaf and lawn are drenched in dew-soaked air. My window frames a filigree masterpiece of lilli-pilli pollen buds and scribbling eucalypts. I watch a bulbous spider beige as paper-bark, build her web busily embroidering a white St Andrew’s Cross oblivious to the beauty of all she is. She…