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…

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…

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…

Cover Me by A J Wilson

undress me furnish me with pure alcohol caffeine is too temperate for me as are the sermons at the rectory where the laity get high on preaching but lectures will not save me or them merely leave me grasping rasping for oxygen rich air just cover me over that’s my only prayer. -A J WILSON…

Baudelaire by Dawn Pisturino

when i saw you there lying on the cold stone slab your virgin beauty pure as white marble i remembered why i loved you and all the promises we made you no longer see me except in dreams far away you no longer hear me except when celestial angels open your ear with a golden…

HAPPY HOLIDAYS! A Festive Break at MasticadoresIndia.

Hello dear writers and readers! I wish you all a very blessed and safe holiday season. MasticadoresIndia will be taking a short publishing break from December 26th till January 2nd. We will resume publishing from January 3rd, 2023. A very happy and prosperous new year to you all! See you soon and don’t go too…

A Life to Choose by Shobana Gomes

I don’t know why the world is weary now, weighed down by fighting, torching fires ignite huge flames of discord. I try to look away, but those images keep repeating in my mind, tortured souls that once fought wars, now lying in tombs that some may never know or hear of, buried under the earth’s…

Bureaucracy Gone Mad, Again by Don Matthews

A mother here in Adelaide Her council made their mark By fining ’cause magician Birthday’d in their park No-one was offended No-one did complain Bureaucracy it just went mad (Here we go again) More concerned they were to Uphold the letter law The other side was unimportant It’s spirit they ignored Rules are for the…