John, Paul and George shot from triangular positions. John’s went astray; however the other two rocks hit the small head perfectly…
I heard the thunder,
I saw the lightning,
When my eyes locked with yours
I swear the universe exploded for a second.
Paul’s striking poem needs to be read twice, from top to bottom and then bottom to top.
I saw a doctor over a year ago to find out what my problem was. He was a skinny, yet round faced man who seemed annoyed that I had the audacity to interrupt his Facebook hour…
In which Steve discovers a terrible truth that he really should have known all along…
For a few moments he moved relentlessly back and forth along the corridor; then he looked at the red glowing numbers, both read 77.
I tried to focus on the surrounding towers, the very ones I saw twinkling at night and wondered what gave them the right to twinkle so brightly while my homeland faced its demons in the dark.
It was wonderful; it broke me
It was excruciatingly joyful; it built me
Would you remember this when I go?
I huff puffed up the newly treeless hill
Unthinking of the change from verdant lush
To parched hardscrabble. Bailiff ants remove
Last remnants of the old guard’s ferny home.
A faulty pedal clanks at every turn
Reminding me of all that isn’t right.
It’s how I manage on this sort of trip.
By nature sedentary, I have to pound
Krishnamurthy says we all are second-hand human beings. Enjay takes a short trip through the perils of the ego.
This is Sherif’s first contribution and was written in response to a writing exercise on an online course…
Rory’s latest poem is based on a trip he took to Shanghai in 1986 in his best, crumpled, clothes…
Avalon was written based off personal experiences and is an attempt at using both lyrics and soundscapes to tell an intricate story of love, loss, identity…
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