Night Visit

by Z. I. Sadeq 1 Behold me!– Cowards and last men! It is me, the not-man. My soul is marked

poems by Livia Creț

Fries   I’m gonna take a great time talking about fries And nothing else Fries – meaningless, right? But doesn’t it soothe you?

poems by DS Maolalai

A cabin fire.   from the window, behind curtains, rain cracks like logs in a cabin-grate

poems by Jade Riordan

Winter Carousel   If I crack open an imported coconut & carousel horses stream out like gold embossed milk. If I sip the milk-paint from…

poems by John Grey

My Wife and I at the Symphony   Five women in the orchestra, she counts them like the conductor counts time. Two violin, one cello,…

The Wind Blows Against Them

by Z. I. Sadeq In the mist of emerald forests, Upon banks of crimson creeks, Beneath limbs of yellow tulipwood, At the foot of smoky…

Anon goes for a walk

by Mario Șerban “to be – a doomful madness with crippling despair. to exist – a professedly everlasting hesitation” When random thoughts remind him how…

Subjective Mind: Reason or Treason?

by Cristina-Monica Moldoveanu Truth or knowledge? This logical question troubled me for a long time. Let’s say these are my simple conclusions or questions, aligned…