Anita Haas, Madrid, Spain The Viaduct of Madrid The first time I saw you, illuminated in your evening glory, I had lost my way. Running...

Shawn Nacona Stroud Egret Black Herons make daytime night. – Carly Brooke Lady, you slink in slyly dragging the drape of your black cape...

D.A. Simpson Flames of crimson Blazed across the powder blue skies And melded with the hues of lilac and apricot That bloomed in the sky...

© Eva Marie Cagley As I wiped away The moist dewdrops Falling from your eyes, I saw you sinking Trying to hide your loneliness That I...

By Ann Christine Tabaka Salt Rubbed in a Wound Salt rubbed in a wound. Burning will not cease. Darkness closing in, with a fainting cry....

By Kevin Brown, Bella Vista, AR I remember the day my school bus crashed, because I wasn’t on it. The day the fire department ripped the...

By Tim Heerdink Our senses have the ability to trigger memory at any random point in the day when you least expect a wave of emotion to...

(for Corbin Vaughn) By Tyler V. Hayes it’s fleeting the rebuff of a flutter fleecing the sway in his wee depleted eyes exhausted the...

Esme Devault It’s a long way down— We start on 5th Avenue: all/that/claustrophobic/glitz. You want a pair of $200 kicks— so hey, okay kid...

Joan McNerney Blue diamond rains filigree of golden light so many shades of green. Sun beams on a single leaf. This small star pulsating...

By Rajnish Mishra Closed eyes show what the eyes miss when open: Narrow lanes, stone steps, domes, temples, river- Not any river but the...

By Mark Niedzwiedz Once so cute in a roomful of smiles Snuggled in a blanket, warm against the world Toasted by uncles, adored by aunties...

By Fabrice Poussin History tells us of strange anecdotes a portly king on the scaffold the blade arrested by his foul obesity. A...

By Gavin Bourke Difference, individuality, distinctiveness, is not peculiar, not deviance, or psychiatric illness. Or a disorder, to be...

By Richard Dinges, Jr. He often said it was easier to forgive than to forget. I do not remember what he found so hard to forget. It was...

By Paul Brucker Two women crouch in their bus seats, silent and shivering, fathoming the myriad ideas that bind a woman’s life. They know...

By Fabrice Poussin Rascal The ghost in his long snowy robe walked into the room with pompous arrogance a god of its own making he...

By Larry Oakner For El Sid You wrote to me how you slipped into the Paris Blues on 127th a Naugahyde booth in the back and a Manhattan...

--Gavin Bourke, Ireland Mathematical deviations, beyond acceptable standards, over time’s entire durations. Lonely is jealousy, boxed in...

By Impish Praniti, India I’m afraid you might have just twisted your pen in the wrong direction causing it to swerve, skid, stop and...