I’m Not Drunk by Bharath Upendra

I flushed my emotions down the drain, banging the door shut behind me. No matter how bright the day gets, I only sense darkness around. Morning is just another night with extra, sometimes unneeded light. Looking at the stains on the wall, I try to count my blessings. Not in vain, though. The gift of…

Mystery by Iswar Prasad Kar

I am a mystery of all mysteries, marvellous and majestic.If you leave me enshrouded in the past,I will be an untold history.If unveiled and unfolded there will be alluring stories. Decoding me isn’t Duck soup.Nights would be spent unslept,for lifetime like a nightbird.Don’t touch me I am a firebolt. Its compelling and gruelling,enthralling and perplexing,implausible…

Complacency by Bharath Upendra

I lay there staring at the dim light bulb going on and off, as aimlessly as the insects flying around it. The state of motion makes no difference now when neither has anything to do. The woolen t-shirt stuck to my back; I know it’s foolish if you look at the weather outside but I…

Shoot Your Questions at the Abyss by Bogdan Dragos

there is one supreme blissful presence here it’s night time I’m in my element Freshly awakened after a day of sleep I’m not a vampire I only used to wish I were when I first started living like this. What can I say, I was young and playful Now I know I’m something worse than…

Those that Need Answers by Bharath Upendra

For a guy who wipes his fingers off of a door curtain, what life would be like five years later is like a child’s fantasy: Flying objects, crawling creatures and soul devouring demons. I don’t know why career never crosses my mind. I think about it but never enough. But people expect otherwise. Interviewers are…

Compost by Andrew Douglas

I’ve grown to embrace the putrid smellof campground composting toiletsSometimes, I even miss it…It’s a positive association that’s developed throughout my life – The mountain of shit composed of innumerable contributions,   each with a unique chemistry – That smell reminds me that I’m camping,               which reminds me that I’m outside               which reminds me that I’m alive              …

A Shepherd’s Tale by Tony Ashenden

Consider, discuss, decide as you must. A boy      of nine I was, given to play? Yes-               but impatient to grow. A minder of sheep and goat, not quite a shepherd, you understand. Arab Jewish Samaritans, lowborn we were     under Roman rule in the land of Moses. Tent dwellers; nomadic in the Way of the Sea…

Reflections by Bharath Upendra

The sky reflects in the water at my feet. The tap keeps leaking, and we keep fixing it. The plumber is either bad at what he does or too clever. At this moment, there are two skies. One above my head, another under my feet. It’s nothing like looking into a mirror but I squat…

Being Something by Bharath Upendra

Do things have thoughts? What is a thing? Everything is a thing when you look at them that way. These things, that come and go, why do they come? Why do they go? They say we own things and when we use them, they own us. I don’t understand, we have become so expendable, things…

Cloudless Drifter by Jeff Flesch

oranges and limes fill the sky a scent reminiscent of another time when love was like a drop of candy in the winter and the fields were dusty a cloudless drifter was I looking for another relation the wonder filling my mind while birds chirped on the trees broken limbs and I continued to swim…

Circled by High Fences by Don Matthews

The park it was once theme-like Decayed now to the ground A ghostly symbol from the past Now silent with no sound The park, once full of laughter With people having fun All now past, forgotten No more a park, no sun A sound can still sometimes be heard Breaking through the silence Metal creaking…

It Can Happen to Anyone by Steve Gun

It can happen to anyone.  You can be lifting weights and the ventilation system could crush you.  You can be at Target and see a hot trashy slut.  You can be at Walmart and see a classy woman wearing a skirt who watches Ingmar Bergman films.  You can approach a woman who wants to fuck…

The Sun Never Parts by Devika Mathur

The days are blurred, almost like the orange juice from last night’s party a pale sick shadow of grapevine hanging across my windowpane-  perching beneath my skirt to cast its magic onto my heavy eyelids. People say- “it is sunny outside.” But, how should I believe? With a loose limb, the clemency of body I…

Categories by Andrew Douglas

It’s okay to feed fearEvery now and againPerhaps it will satiateAnd become your friend Like the darkness that surrounds        the glow of the fire Each one illumines the other Or the rhythmic exchange           between all aspects natureThere is no father without mother Or the grief that reflects     the soul on the pyreIt’s not to be exhumed…

Insignificant by Bharath Upendra

You are like a drop of water.  You either evaporate, get wiped off, be a part of many other drops – plain insignificant and if you’re lucky enough, get away unnoticed until you dry up. There isn’t any significant change unless you’re part of something bigger than yourself.  For better or worse, you exist. There…

I Am Me by Swati Sharma

I remind you of that part of yourself which you forgot or can’t continue to be..You choose to be alike to be accepted in society..You hate me for enjoying my solitude and being me..I choose my people with little caution..But like to treat all without prejudice..And you judge me on the basis of parameters..Which you…