The Keepsake by Kelly Sargent

You kept a rusty Bugs Bunny tin of marbles in our bedroom on the shelf you thought I couldn’t reach because you dreamt they might be worth something Someday. I found one under your bed this morning when I was clearing out Mom’s house and your side of the room exactly as you had left... Continue Reading →

Strangers Meeting Again by pd Lyons

I am still in those same places rough loose floor boards Unfinished walls Thin white paint Curtainless windows Ancient sails of sky as if this road embarking for foreign parts could ever leave behind the cities we were born in. Photo by Plato Terentev on About the Poet: Born and raised in the USA.... Continue Reading →

Drifting Aimlessly by Palash Mahmud

Under the shower, a horde of driblets thrust on my skin, so forcefully. My skin got wrinkles I lull myself, saying there there, so soulfully Whatever, saved my mind like a folding star, still yearning for new light My mind is tender like autumn breeze, still drifting aimlessly. Photo by Ekrulila on About the... Continue Reading →

Ice Cream by S.F. Wright

Even as A junkie, I longed for The things I thought I should Want to Feel. Photo by Gantas Vaiu010diulu0117nas on About the Poet: S.F. Wright lives and teaches in New Jersey. His work has appeared in Hobart, Linden Avenue Literary Journal, and Elm Leaves Journal, among other places. His short story collection, The... Continue Reading →

Nothing Hill by Yash Seyedbagheri 

I stand atop a hill flame-colored and golden leaves shimmering across a field the Ponderosas rise with verdant smiles row by row and I stretch my flesh worn arms out, my flaccid figure releasing dormant energy while the breeze tickles a spire shimmers somewhere like The Sound of Music below, the credit card capos demand... Continue Reading →

Christmas Time by Marius Alexandru

It’s snowing beautifully outside, crystals are flying everywhere, The streets are covered in bright white, and love is in the air, Frozen windows, tremble when happy carolers are passing by, White angels, disguised in soft flakes are dancing in the sky. I’m snuggled up, all warm and cozy by my fireplace, inside, The sound of... Continue Reading →

Magic Words by Lynn White

Magic Words They say you have a magic tongue that can weave the words falling from your mouth into tapestries laced with gold thread. Curl the words into scented ringlets of flowers formed by petals shining like stars even in the sunlight. I want to catch them and hold on to them without any rearranging.... Continue Reading →

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