Beloved by Priyanka Banerjee

Love’s curse, sin’s death, epiphanic venture of the proud moment, curves and turns! The still lake of crooked instincts ruin the paralyzed soul, Searching for a half bent bough breeding another lore of The Native shore. The deepest utterances relish painless sighs. Waves of light play with the surge of the river Nile – Mysterious […]Read Post ›

Concussion by Jill Sharon Kimmelman

I didn’t choose to say                                yes or no when a falling lamp knocked me                 to my knees not a soul beside me on that floor                            no one to hear my whispered pleas Placed like a sausage inside a tube incessant knocking                                                           relentless pain   Good news!         no stroke or bleeding brain […]Read Post ›