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…

Summer Moment by Joni Caggiano

can you sense me noiseless in midair between long grey hovering moss for only cypress moments live there time slides off my round hips into light hummingbirds toss nectar impishly rainbows play hide and seek out of sight hay plays a tune, crickets spin a yarn sweet whiffs of hay encircling me God’s vista smiles…

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…

Helios of Pain by Jeff Flesch

birds fly through the sky as in my heart our love always resides flittering and mistaking a beat or two for a remedy made of oranges that are blue in an afternoon of love-making combined with two souls partaking in each other, hand in hand and as I gasp, before the rendering is complete a…

A Place with More Meaning by Bogdan Dragos

“One day I drank 29 cups of coffee,” she said “Yeah,” he said, “I’ve no doubt. “It was my attempt at suicide,” she said “Yeah. I’ve no doubt.” “There’s free coffee at work, so I took advantage. My boyfriend died that way, you know? He was a truck driver so he used coffee and energy…

Far Too Late I Realized by Shobana Gomes

Once when there was life in me,I took it for granted,I waited far too long, thinking I had timeMaybe to say “I Love You” or just to be aroundTo light up someone’s life and maybe even mine I put off the day and then realized far too soon it was nightTime had passed through my…

Night Tide by Jeff Flesch

I alight on a star it’s farther than I’ve ever been before a thousand miles away from you I transfix my eyes on all the galaxies next door while knowing they are reminiscent of a time before our love was larger than the sun in the sky within my heart you always did shine like…

My Flavors by Joni Caggiano

sipping me softly through a fairy’s straw sampling each flavor you whisper, it is my essence you savor arousing monarch butterflies now swing singing ballads to start flutes and a fluttering of my loving heart -JONI CAGGIANO Joni’s blog is Rum and Robots, where she has published poetry, photography, and short stories. Take a look…

Dinnerplate Identities by Britta Benson

We all eat. Food comes and goes, always available, yet often, more of an afterthought, a side show, consumed in a rush. I see people in the street wolfing down a sandwich while speaking on the phone, no respect, no regret. Let’s stop here and linger. I’ve got something to tell you.  This is the…

Remains by Dr. Shailja Sharma

The cottage remains The myth of love still lives in the heap of straw and amongst the beads of a broken necklace The footsteps cutting through woods are deep, solid despite the rain through years Life is walking on them rather slowly due to a tangled “Scarf” -DR. SHAILJA SHARMA This poem was first published in…

The Sinful Mirror by Sheereen Fatima

Mirror mirror on the wall, Can you see the darkness that we hide in us all? That darkness that molds itself within, Pecking the soul and taking it for a spin. The unworth glistening in your reflective surface, The bubbling insecurities vicious cries without any solace. Mirror mirror on the wall, Can you see the…

Feeble Door by Bogdan Dragos

Such a feeble door it was a joke like made of cardboard it stayed ajar and the rusty knob was barely hanging to it it didn’t actually work and there was no locking it either the only thing that made it close was its misalignment with the frame It just kinda pushed into the frame…

Picnic and A Crow by Joni Caggiano

in the glee of a sapphire sky, the sun plays leapfrog with a cloud cake chinwags to cheese falling off the family’s tattered picnic table landing by hungry carpenter ants grateful to be done building a stable boys swerving on a swing sitting sideways long ago nailed to an oak wrestling, like a couple of…

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…

It’s All a Game by Bogdan Dragos

but what are we alive for if not to play and enjoy games life itself is but a game and the best at it are those who don’t grow up, those who can still view it as such She tried to teach her four children this truth that’s why she brought them into the backyard…

Cold Red Washcloth by Joni Caggiano

The fog was so feathery that its appearance was like a thin sheet floating just above the tops of the Longleaf Pines. Catching the sun coming up tomorrow was what I wanted, and I was considering staying up all night. Closing my eyes again, the next thing I knew, someone was shoving my shoulder. I…