She woke in the midst of a vanishing darkness to feel but the irresistible pull of the dark entity like an incubus upon her womb it crushed her soul with the power of infinity. Galaxies gathered upon her breast chasing the breath from the gentle soul as she held her arms in a plea for... Continue Reading →

From the moment I rise in the morning how I remember everything— where my slippers sleep, how to get downstairs, where to find my dog and how to brew my coffee. I love to remember my first coffee in a Parisian café with grandpa at age sixteen— strong espresso and sugar cube, and how the... Continue Reading →

Gush of a guttersnipe requires no response. Growing up is knowing when to tune out. I may have all the mantras: lucid explanations. Honestly speaking, it still hurts. Photo by Andrew Neel on Pexels.com About the Poet: Sanjeev Sethi is published in over thirty countries. His poems have found a home in more than 350 journals... Continue Reading →

my soul chained with fears caged in a dark place cries with sorrowful tears down my pale, hollow face the notes of my song die before even being born my broken wings cannot fly deep in my heart, I can feel this sharp, constant thorn I dream of a new land the land of the... Continue Reading →

as I left long ago I knew we would never meet again anywhere any time in this world that is not ours yet I know we shall meet again somewhere some time in some world that is ours Photo by Riccardo Bertolo on Pexels.com About the Poet: Suchoon Mo lives in the semiarid part of... Continue Reading →

I took back my college reading list, hid from Tom behind a crispy Tristam Shandy, unread but bookmarked with a yellowed Dear John, an opera played upon a Sahara of pages foxed by dribbled Scotch. So much depends on expectation, to sing for supper, to sleep fat after long affectations dull their edges. We’ll defend... Continue Reading →

Dying in a pandemic, Let me count the ways:   The solitude inside our cocoons Softens but never loses its edges. No human contact robs us of our humanity. The fears of disease buzzes in our heads As we stare at death a thousand times a day.   Fear of breathing, Fear of someone’s particulate,... Continue Reading →

My suffering is not unique. I feel the need to repeat  this refrain since I’m writing another poem   about my brain. My brain is not unique either— but it might be the first  brain of its kind that you see opened, pink and screaming, turned inside out on the table.  The organ is delicate when... Continue Reading →

The dark place where these words come from and all the other ones; this bottomless well of emptiness, this black pit with no sound or sight or smell. I pluck the words from there like grapes from a vine and I don’t know how they got there or why I’m the one chosen to retrieve... Continue Reading →

When saddled with sadness let it not whelm you. See it like a shipment: that is meant to move away.   There is beauty in grief if one allows oneself to spot it. It contextualizes the concert. This soups it up.   Gloom is good. It sanitizes the surroundings. A raft of seen and unseen... Continue Reading →