It hurts to be in love / We don’t choose the creature we fall in love with / a combination of chemical in our body / tell us who is irresistible to us…
It’s me
Writer(s): Carlos Ponce-Melendez
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The Dogs Bark
The Dogs Bark by Rakib Boby While i go to sleep i thought why rain fall in the midnight burning the neighbors light still silent still mysterious still i thought why night always dark the dogs bark but silent air
Circle of Eternity
in high regard / I hold him / his excellence emerges / from many places / untold faces of wisdom / deep-rooted in the earth…
Writer(s): Terry a O’Neal
A.bsurd is tan. City of dreams and words.
A.bsurd is tan. City of dreams and words by Alexander Chernavskiy Under the still clouds, the wind blows the city. Alejandro Jodorowsky All stones. part 1 Dream 1 The Emperor ruled in this town. His post was the spy- supplanter. He loved birds, because they are easily tamed and rarely live long. Slept by day, […]
Writer(s): Alexander Chernavskiy
Who Knows of the Wilted Rose
What is to become of me / I wonder as I breathe / Pondering / The hands of time / How swiftly it passes by / Evaporating…
Writer(s): Terry a O’Neal
Platinum City
Ah! With iridescent light of gems of time / The heavenly road you pave! / In the kingdom of stars / I found my home.
Writer(s): Yuan Hongri
Life, Liberty and a Pursuit
Near the riverbank where we / Buried her, I light a candle / And wait, patient as a hunter / Detecting what the beast will do / In the next moment…
Writer(s): Terry a O’Neal
Birds At The Burial
Near the riverbank where we / Buried her, I light a candle…
Writer(s): Natalie Crick
Five Poems, by Yuan Hongri
Last night, gazing at the stars / I saw those countless gems smile / Numberless from my past life / Limitless in the silver kingdom…
Writer(s): Yuan Hongri
Input/Output
Do You know what it’s like to be overwhelmed by fear? Total kind. The kind I felt when they opened the cell. You’re entering and there is this little bulb…
Writer(s): Ula Krutul
Currency
Currency / a pocket can sometimes be : a kind of prison, / I have never lived in / a cash economy where the bill / fold unfolds to find someone / creased in the middle, / but perhaps credit moves…
Writer(s): Fred Joiner
Where was god?
Where were god? Where was god while your inner world was falling apart? Where was god while the events of life drained your energy and…
Writer(s): Gianluca John Attanasio
Young Love
When you were five / And I was six, / We would hold hands / Just like this…
Writer(s): Natalie Crick
Five untitled poems by Simon Perchik
They have no second thoughts / and still your footprints / inch by inch, gradually / made whole the way this shovel / lost its taste for dirt / carries in only snowfall…
Writer(s): Simon Perchik
