Poetry
Poem – Last Tuesday (By DS Maolalai)
Last Tuesday nobody was answering any emails except for the people who were waiting for answers only other people could give. there were rooms which needed stuff moved out, but the price had gone up because now the work had ...
Poem – Sometime In April (By Adebesin Ibraheem)
Sometime In April: The 1994 Rwandan Genocide The ancient grudge among the Rwandan clans Inflamed by the corruptive white swallows In April 94’ turned an indelible tale Etched on the bloody pages of Rwandan history The long gathering smog of ...
Poem – Discourse (By David Russell)
Discourse He was the foam on the backwash of conversation, Repelled by the safety-pier; Seeming to crave a knife to answer The upward wave-choppings, He felt as if there were an invisible plastic partition Segmenting the round, globular flatness Of ...
Poem – Disappearance (By David B. Axelrod)
DISAPPEARANCE 1. I considered the phoenix— into the fire, a quick release of gas, the efficacy of ash. But does one truly rise? Is it a spirit or a conscious recollection of the past? 2. Those who acknowledge nothing swim ...
Poem – A Facility for the Poor and Demented (By Donal Mahoney)
A Facility for the Poor and Demented Fred visits Bill every month at the facility he’s been in for years. Age and booze brought Bill there. He's still strapped to his bed so he can't go wandering again when he gets ...
Poem – The Stop & Shop Strike (By Robert Ronnow)
The Stop & Shop Strike The Stop & Shop strike v. Game of Thrones. In Game what’s not made plain is the condition of the people compared with warriors and queens. There is no mention of land-clearance, tree-felling, pruning, chopping, ...
Poem – Sweeping the Temple with a Straw Broom (By Mankh)
Sweeping the Temple with a Straw Broom - By Mankh 1 Dazzled by the pageantry and bright lights some lost their names having given them to God but the Nameless One had no use for them— that’s why the ...
Poem – In Good Company (By Fabrice B. Poussin)
In Good Company Hurt for the first time again, they swear to live, seeking protection in the indelible mirror; yet they stare in hope of freezing the image they hope all will see. Broken anew, birthing twins to the old ...
Poem – DEAR SPIDER (By John Grey)
DEAR SPIDER - By John Grey Ants are more efficient at what they do than people. Weeds can grow just about anywhere. Animals kill to survive not for pleasure. And they collect no gewgaws besides. A homeless man sits on ...
Poem – (By Nicolo Santilli)
sparks - By Nicolo Santilli peek into a distant world where the light is brighter so that some of its light spills through the opening for it lies buried as a potential in ...