By Ryan Vergara Bones are the piece of human anatomy I find most fascinating. They are among the last elements to materialize, remaining unformed in the years of our infancy, yet they are the last remnants of human decay. From forensics to fossils, bones are the final voice of a departed soul, their last chance … More Bones
By Amanda Wilde We’re on the edge of the AegeanI’m under an umbrella made of palm frondshe’s standing in the seaI’m watchinghe’s skipping rocks. In the sun it’s 30Cin the wind and water it’s 30FI wonder who he isI know his laugh lines are 100maybe more. Captivated, clandestine, fantasticI can’t remember now which of those … More Clandestine, Entangled, Eternal
By Kelly Thorn Leave laundry stacked in piles, my loveKeep off the plane, ignore the milesLet broken bulbs stay dark abovePlease stay with us for just a while Keep off the plane, ignore the milesThe meetings and the calls can waitYou needn’t tread the narrow aisleYour joy’s not through departure’s gate. Let broken bulbs stay … More To Do
By Dragan Bozdarov Someone I love is in a lot of pain. Because of this, I find myself driving aimlessly and for far too long. It’s not that I don’t like driving; I do. It’s just that I catch myself turning down side streets, dialing up loud and very sad music. Most people often ask, … More The Rain Song
By Adam Noto Hakarsa Yours, but the world is not mine.Mine, and it’s yours the most high.Informal modifier of private binding.You provided this lost puzzle.With hope.
By Temujin Frost This broken little thingHow could it be the answer?Despite the trouble it bringsThis desperate little thingCould be a star dancer? Something which transcends yet definesBeing and timeHow then can I call it mine?Is it I or something I own?How do I make it a loving home? Owned by which I ownCircular until … More Star Dog
By Selena Lin Once upon a time, a young woman desired the best for her children. Well, not just for them. For herself as well, as whatever riches and glory the children would come to possess would become hers as well. Such devoted children they were, and knew the pains their mother had taken to … More Gold-Jade
By Leonora Anyango When I take the podiumThat day when I declare myself a poet, and let the world beholdWhat my pen had been penning, yesteryears, and todayI will feel light, and stand right and brightI will beckon my heart, from deep within my beingAnd nudge it to celebrate, the dawn of my dreamWhen I … More When I Take the Podium
By Desirae Mercedes Chacon Come, here neath this fleshThat covers bones and susceptible to ailmentsReceiver of the sword & the blanket of our soulsLiquid Gold belonging to the depths of our cordaThe animus to our spiritusThe rush of a Lover’s RiverThe payment of battlefieldsEmergence of NationsElixer of VitaWhich waters the ground with sacrificial momentsBlush upon … More Cruor
By Amanda Wilde for a way to bottle sanitydirections to the fountain of youthpassion sans painto solve the fractal equationbreak the light barriertime travel they’d pay a lot of moneyto rememberto forgether bodywhat it looks likewhat it feels likewhat it does they’d pay a lot of moneyfor a cureto never reset another passwordthe secret of … More they’d pay a lot of money
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