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…

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…

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,…

And No-One Sheds a Tear by Don Matthews

What is lost will never be regained And no-one sheds a tear Trees come down, a 100 years, in minutes And no-one sheds a tear Firewood sold by the tonne And no-one sheds a tear Fields covered in concrete, and not one cow And no-one sheds a tear Houses cover the fields And no-one sheds…

Blurred Lines by Bharath Upendra

I saw lines on the wall. Some made faces, some passed over crevices and some, reminded me of languages lost with childhood. One room had trees, another had cars; the kitchen was neat, just like mum would want. There were invisible lines that I couldn’t cross, and places where I’d fall. Sometimes I’d wait for…

Hidden Dreams by Jeff Flesch

There are dreams hidden within buildings towering upon hills and beneath the surface of the sky a transparent beauty escaping from time’s paradoxical ties leaving memories as whispers of what was once you and I -JEFF FLESCH Jeff Flesch lives in Corvallis, Oregon, and was voted the 2022 Spillwords Press Author of the Month for…

My Body Aches More Than My Heart by Michelle Ayon – Navajas

my body aches more than my heart for it is sore from the hurt, as though a master butcher butchered each part where my body aches more than my heart from the start. my body aches more than my heart for it felt the pain like a bleeding art as though Michaelangelo sculpted the Sistine…

Oh No, Not Another Massacre by Don Matthews

We are a happy familyEnjoying Christmas funAbout to have our turkey(Bang) shot with our gun Johnny got an AK9 for Christmas……It was on his wish list…… We go to church on SundayHave our guns all blessedPriest he does the honours(Pope was once our guest) We gave him a demonstration in the churchyard…… Neighbours were not…

Flame of Hope by Vignesh S Raj

Darkness descends on meA sense of being lost is feltAs I stand looking helplessGoing back is not a choiceFor my trail couldn’t be seenAnd the path ahead seemed blurryWhere do I go from here?I look up at the gloomy skiesWishing it would light my hopeOnly to see its darkened faceThat refuses to open its starry…