By john collins 2018 Tears are not always shed in pain. Many books have been written in tears. as well, containing their share of laughter. Much of history has been written in tears. with its thread of struggle and strife. Life can be a school for tears as well as a school for laughter. … Continue reading Tears and Laughter
By Sunil Sharma A rose blooms on a dump in Delhi It sways in the morning wind the way drunk girls sway and swear on the predatory Indian streets and restricted cultural zones to express happiness and freedom from stifling familial and patriarchal constraints In Mumbai and other metros on long Saturday nights. The morning light plays on the petals and … Continue reading A rose and waste picker
By: Kelli J Gavin “When people ask me how I’m doing, I want to say, this sadness is the only clean shirt I have left and my washing machine has been broken for months.” Rudy Francisco I have been reading a lot of small chapbooks and collections of … Continue reading Sadness
By Grace Calvert She faced them, two shadowy figures. Painfully familiar. Which would she choose? The same as any other night. Which would she choose? Which would she choose? Would she choose? To choose. She had repeated it so many times; it barely seemed like a word anymore. Merely a concept. A shadow; forever lurking, … Continue reading Fireflies
By Jessica Ricks I don’t want to live in a world Without creativity, love, peace, And happiness. But if I had to live with Pain at my core, At least it’s something I Already know...
By Scott Thomas Outlar I sang to my Father on his deathbed. He had not spoken a word in days, cancer-ridden, organs collapsing, high on morphine, but I knew he could still hear me. I sang a song from a book I’d written years earlier during a particularly good time in my life, and this, being … Continue reading Homeward Bound
By Thomas Page The highway is beautiful at night With a sea of red tail lights And glare reflecting off signs. The night driver tries to stay awake While the rhythm of the blacktop Soothes them to a requiem. Music plays over the radio With a dial turned to an even number And the heater … Continue reading The Night Driver
By Jessica Ricks “Are you hungry?” “No.” “Can I get you anything?” “No.” “Why are you doing this?” “Because I don't want to eat.” “You know what I mean.” “Because I have to.” “I still don't understand.” “I don't fully understand either.” “And yet here we are...please talk to me. I don't want to see … Continue reading Stay
By John Page The man looks at the sky. The sky looks at him. Man is nature and nature is man. All is connected with all.
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