Fabulous cover painting by Bruja Aliaj. Inside my heart Undone is my bed, a mess,just like my days and nights without you,let it be! I don’t want to disturb the dreams,that wide awake, await you… in a corner, cold feet huddle,you know, the wait can’t warm them,in the messy sheets, pain surrenders,turned into a fist, […]Read Post ›
Neighbors I know they think but I don’t know what. They know I drink but they don’t know why (neither do I). A rat lurks under their basement sink. My Babe She don’t care about the weather. She don’t care about the news. And when I watch the ballgame, she don’t care if my team […]Read Post ›
Keep on the lookout for Golden Armor by Armenida Qyqja to be released by Transcendent Zero Press this year On the border of the night that keeps pushing and pushing, Burns this charred dusk, The night knows no satiety, leaves him no room to breathe And I’m the only one that feels his pain… Moment […]Read Post ›
Cosmic love poem from Priyanka Banerjee
Melissa Chappell, a Lutheran pastor, writes a haunting story of love.
Bengali poetess Priyanka Banerjee writes of the rage of betrayal and the secrets of the heart.
With this kiss, take my words and find them in your mouth, the silence is our ballad, the stillness – our dancing, we are of another world, standing in our bodies without movement, but flying as whirlwinds of stars, as the waltzing soul. My heartbeat is a riotous chanting, it has called you since time […]Read Post ›
You move me. You move me like a tidal wave, rush me to the shore — pretend to let me go but then you always pull me back into your depths and into your arms where I can bury my face in your chest and find the rest of us looking for answers, finding a […]Read Post ›
For Mike Vecchio My First Love October 2011 When the grip of sorrow held my hand I was not seduced. I told you then and tell you now the truth. For years I did resist all memories – all I could do in your absence was speculate. Why did you chose another over the love […]Read Post ›
Married for 180 days formerly Kathryn Ann Stewart-McDonald My husband and I lived peacefully in a village on Saipan, and island so far from concerns of our Mainland, we thought we were free. Free from the troubles which plague most of the rest of our strange country. My husband was a good Captain at sea. […]Read Post ›
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