What is a Home by Shalini Kathuria Narang

What do you call a home? A place to rest after you roam. A pad to share with those with a common genome. Or is it firstly and fore-mostly – a feeling, a syndrome? Rooms, furniture and furnishings make a dwelling, What makes a home a deep, special feeling? With what and how much effort…

Chronicle of Life by Aditi Anvita

Erasing solitude, Beings bond, The chatter in homes, Their heart oozes, The time goes on, Voices become feeble. Steering towards Mortal’s fate, No guide aids That ultimate, One finds a trail, In fixed vitality. The untold words And incomplete wishes One fulfills ahead, Sculpting essence With Abundance One grows old. Glamorizing present, Interpreting dreams, Winning…

Shining Star by Vignesh S Raj

The sky looked a pale violetDevoid of the moon and the starsAs if in a state of mourning.At the center of it thoughStood afloat a solitary starA bright speck of light.In the backdrop of the dull skyIt seemed like an aberration.Paradox of life, maybe?I felt envious of itFor it was a picture of what I…

Freezer Burn by Joni Caggiano

Snow had fallen for five days in a row, and we were no longer allowed outside.  Yet, my hateful sisters, Ruth and Elizabeth, somehow obtained mom’s approval to drive to the deli right up the street.  Mom gave them money for sandwiches and hot cocoa.  They both stuck their tongues out at me as they…

Fox King by Bogdan Dragos

the fox didn’t like to be petted, didn’t agree to her touch it thrust its head back and bared its fangs and constantly licked at them as if sharpening daggers in preparation for a counterattack “Oh, you’re difficult to love,” she told the fox. “But that’s why I desire you more, King. With your crimson…

Sally and Sammy Walk Off by Don Matthews

Ms Van Loenan I really do thank you For calling the police to assist In rounding up Sally and Sammy Who all of us here we have missed baa….baa….baa….baa…. Naughty ones Sally and Sammy Were gaily just wandering the streets Mowing each lawn as they passed by Chomping each flower they did meet baa…chomp….baa….chomp…. Police…

Company by Bharath Upendra

Maybe if I laughed at myself, I’d understand why they all do.  Maybe, if I hurt myself, I’d feel their pain and maybe, just maybe, if I trust myself, I’d know why no one does.  With every reflection, I lose trust in mirrors. With every confession, I exchange truths for lies. Some say I’m lucky,…

Embers Spin by Jeff Flesch

You come in dreams wearing a fever-halo of memories a bounty, and a plight of humanities consciousness a dearth of commitment and of feeling keeps the planet stuck spinning to sounds, lost and buoyantly star-struck with illusion and with the embers of a fire learning how to rebuild notions of love from hearts worth saving…

Stigmata by Joni Caggiano

floating by the cemetery rays lower, reflecting lurid light my plumes shadow ashes calmly sleeping effigies of angels sing the language of turtle doves smelling vanilla, gardenia and the aromas of honey suckle as whispers of a stigmata arose from her crypt as perfumed fluids flow -JONI CAGGIANO Joni is an internationally known and published…

Swing and Howl back at the Gods by Bogdan Dragos

The sun no longer hides behind hills because there are no more hills There’s only buildings. One taller and wider than the other Our parents told us that this city is growing, expanding but as far as we see it’s only doing so upwards We are still young, still harboring hopeful visions that one day…

A Summer’s Field in Winter by Michael L. Utley

let us sift through summer’s solemn ashes let us scavenge rusted hopes from twisted hulks of yesterdays amid the swelter and the din of frigid silence as crows circle this broad swath the acreage of sorrow garden of the gods whose feckless mewling echoes ‘cross the eons and the seasons crumble into dust as autumn…

Ghosts in Breakers Creek by Tony Ashenden

In muddy mouthed Portsea Creek unwatched forgotten ships lay beached dashed and smashed breathless, cut and bled weather beaten picked and broken by the dockside stooping crane’s bill collecting scrap. Their final passages over shallows barnacle crusted bottoms scraping over shingle pulled and pushed by impatient tugs who know falling tides suckling mud claim tows….

Nothing is as it Seems by Shobana Gomes

Nothing is ever as it seems, Not the world and all its jargon, Or the endless proclamation, Of words, spoken and written, that conjure up no meaning, No, not even when the pen runs out of ink, An unfinished tale, left aside, with no ending, Does it hearken any implication? Nothing is as it seems,…

The Water Writer by Britta Benson

The ritual was painstaking. It never got any easier. First the freezing cold shower to make his skin tingle with shock, jerk the lethargy out of his bones, bump his soul into existence. Then, turn the dial to piping hot, leaving him red raw, aching, reduced to a whimper. Next, lower the temperature back to…

Slumbering Savannah by Joni Caggiano

The swamp claws its way through the mud. Water moccasin waking late in the winter’s artful sun. Hiding in the putrid belly of the forsaken shade of the brown-haired trees, he lay gazing. He sees in black and white. Stalking prey with a proud skinny neck and blockish head, he hunts. Choctaw child, feet raw…

Better Go Back to Sleep by Bogdan Dragos

the body awakens once more without the mind’s consent It’s evening Slept through the whole day and another night of staying alive stretches ahead more hours of wondering when will it end, when will it all be over already Uh, not the time to get out of bed yet. Better sit and think about the…