From the Water

By AJ Lyndon It was not enough that they had enslaved us. It was not enough that we toiled for them night and day. It was not enough that our men came home exhausted, shaking, sweating, their bodies torn, if they came home at all. It was not enough to keep us at death’s threshold. …

A Rough Gem and Other Poems

By Ken Gosse A Rough Gem I’d be a diamond in the rough if I were made of firmer stuff, but, in fact, I’m rather mellow, somewhat jigglier than Jell-O, therefore pressure doesn’t bake me, there’s no way that it can make me sharper than a razor’s edge (for you can’t hone a French brie …

Selecting Among Possibilities and Other Art

By KJ Hannah Greenberg EmergentDuring Allegorical SurveysCatalystBlind AlleysSelecting Among Possibilities

Not That Important and Other Poems

By Alexa Renner Not That Important Not that important. That’s what she says to me. As if the beat of her heart Isn’t keeping me on earth, As if the breath in her lungs Isn’t my life, As if her smile Isn’t my soul. Not that important, They say to me As if she isn’t  …

I Keep Looking at Her

By Marc Carver I keep looking at her. I can't take my eyes off of her and she is looking straight at me as if I was the only man in the world. How I wish I could touch her or speak to her but I can't. So I just keep looking and breathing in …

The Call

By Satabdi Saha It was time to go. The car was  scheduled to arrive after an hour or so. He sat, ruminating, heart heavy and torn, to leave the  house where he and Anjali lived for more than fifty years. The quiet little garden where they planted roses and her favourite Kamini tree beneath the …

Guiding Guidance and Other Poems

By Alex Andy Phuong Guiding Guidance Poetic twists and turns Sometimes driving off course Yet still Moving forward And onwards Towards the journey To Self-Discovery To Formulate One’s Own Identity Watches Watches tell time Measurements of an enigma Something truly sublime Watching a life Fade away Is sad But not as bad As wasting a …

Two Lies and a Truth

By Taruni Tangirala two lies and a truth i slurp on the vanity of superior  beings in the lounge of contemplation; a trifold of mirrors reflects three different aspersions back at me.  i see a centaur; dressed in battle gear and a dunce cap, ready to run away as soon as the battle  horn sounds. …

The Globe

By William Baker It is noisy in the dark, stuffy house and hard to sleep.  Momma has a lot of people over and they are loud.  Paul looks at the globe on his nightstand and shakes it.  The silver white snow swirls around the miniature figures on the bridge and they become obscure, hidden in …

The Healing Garden and Other Poems

By Rachel Fenton The Healing Garden The healing garden is a circle  within circles – raised flower   beds surround a sculpture  from the Rotary Club, gears   worn smooth, a clockwork cog.  An apology walks on two legs  between the unturned  earth; our PM lays out   peach for the dead.  Among all that is senseless,  feathers …