poems by Tushar Sen
At My Funeral They lowered the coffin like bait for worms. Some were crying, some tried, some had already cried.
poems by Uğur Olgar
With the hands of the virgin wind The wave that kept asking after the shore for forty years would turn into coffee for the foam.
A Whole Fine Mess of Personal Chauffeurs
by Douglas Young “All rise. Hear ye, hear ye. The Municipal Court of Daniel Govan County is now in session with the Honorable Judge Alonza Reeves presiding. God save America and this Honorable Court. Amen. You may be seated,” the bailiff proclaimed in a booming voice as the black-robed, fiftyish, and dark-haired Judge Reeves […]
poems by Partha Sarkar
The unnecessary planets of the Earth The rotation. The revolution. Thinks of pure milk the womb when
The Silence
by Julian Gallo Before he entered, and subsequently left, the seminary, he wandered through religions as if exploring abandoned homes. He had visited ashrams, practiced yoga, attended meditation classes, or simply found the time for himself to read and read and read, absorbing as much as he could. He had read the mystics, the skeptics, […]
poems by Mykyta Ryzhykh
Tour Farm without animals. I’m going to the market in search of minced meat. And the road doesn’t end.
Sally
by Bill Tope Sally sat before the flickering television in the living room of her small apartment, breathlessly watching the Reverend Mudge rhapsodize about God’s “incredible love and care for us. He is,” said the Reverend, “not distant or disconnected; instead, He is intimately aware of our joys, sorrows and…” Sally blinked at the screen, […]
Mailstrom
by Thomas Dierckx The 11-year-old boy hesitated across the street from the mailbox. It was black metal, with a red flap that would tell you if something had arrived. Sunday evenings they got back from the lake house in Wisconsin. His father would make a fire, his mother would start preparing dinner. The […]
Penguin
by Zygmunt Nowak-Soliński Leonard Gimbal lives in a world where everyone talks a lot! His mother constantly squabbling. His father shouts. His half deaf brother Jordan gobbles his words. Sister Kate moans and screeches about her nails and her non-existent boyfriends. The parrot squawks in its cage every time Leonard comes into the front room. […]
poems by James G. Piatt
And Reality Vanished I’m dreaming… Or maybe not: