Tried to fill into all the crevices That showed up in Your cracks temporary hotspotsWhere we could seamlessly connectWithout changing networksOblivious to this roaming worldThis mapping of everything else, and then just, us.A subset that had a patternLike a diligent malleable liquid which was ductileversatile and adept, we wereGrout, fillers and then suturesSkin against skin,... Continue Reading →

I'm a lump on the dance floor a dreary particle to be plucked from your blouse and discarded while the sway of your hips flows to the hem of your skirt your long hair like a wave If I could I'd toss pearls of light at your feet to re-attract your attentionfrom the rainbow glowsticksas... Continue Reading →

There is a blessed monotony to breakfast,eating the same foods at the same time,more stable than anything else in our day,the capstone satisfaction to our ablutions,the reassuring and predictable tastesreinforcing order in the universe before launching into the day’s changing menus. About the Poet: Ed Ahern resumed writing after forty odd years in foreign intelligence... Continue Reading →

If you truly love meDo not wish me on my birthdayOr my wedding dayOr when roses abound around me...Just hold my handWhen no one wouldWhen the darkness hounds me. Photo by Min An on Pexels.com About the Poet: Ananya Sarkar is a short story writer, book reviewer and poet of sorts from Kolkata. Her work has... Continue Reading →

Endless summer, Millions of stars, blue butterflies, Endless summer, dancing, happy with my lover, I smell the rain I close my eyes, I feel his lips, sweet paradise, Endless summer. Photo by Pixabay on Pexels.com About the Poet: Marius Alexandru, born and raised in Arad, Romania, came to the United States in 1997, where he... Continue Reading →

I think about her every once in a while And about once a month she contacts me, Asking me if everything is alright. (I know what you’re thinking But she’s living with a guy now – She has no interest in me anymore.) It was always an easy time with her. I never laughed so... Continue Reading →

The sky must have been a gram heavier than dreams,In glorious blue, it did not turn bloody,Today is a dream that turns out to be grams heavier than the sea. Sebastian Faulks chose to sing for the birds,While his birds forgoed the entreaty,And let rains fall on inches, not grams. Should the clock needle presage... Continue Reading →

Watching her pass by in my thoughts is like watching clouds float by in the sky when I was a kid. In my mind, I can feel her presence and wonder what it would be like to be with her. My soul travels to a parallel reality where we are together. You can't control who... Continue Reading →

Days we had Cognitive Behavioral Therapy, drank coffee, talked fights and women, played frisbee. At night we stole chowhall cookies and woke up screaming in our beds. Photo by RDNE Stock project on Pexels.com About the Poet: Miles Varana’s work has appeared in Typehouse, The Penn Review, and Passages North. He has worked previously as a staff reader... Continue Reading →

You have gone with a promise So august; a promise to come back, Then you are traceless. Since then, I became a tree Standing still; waiting for you In the melancholic winds. Whom will I tell? Huh! My mind became a wild goose Diving head first into the clouds. Cascading the darkness of stars In... Continue Reading →