By Rajnish Mishra My mobile’s memory stores details, but it’s old. It’s not smart, my mobile, and old. I don’t delete some numbers. They’re dead, I’ve been told. Not the numbers. I thought to call, once at least, at least one of them, then I did not call. What if I … Continue reading What’s the harm?
Poems by Ahmad Al-khatat
Death Philosophy Someone who loves chilling dancing drinking smoking asks me if I write with an ink? I answer to her with yes, it’s from my pain my ache my lonely my grief with the colour of death philosophy Will Be Quite I’m seeking a land, and not a … Continue reading Poems by Ahmad Al-khatat
One Refugee and a Blonde
By Ahmad Al-khatat I am not ashamed to be known as a refugee, from a country that is fully damaged Being awake all the nights it’s the reason why do I feel always homesick Stranger next to me, in front of me, behind the wall of my lonesome room I learnt how to speak, read, … Continue reading One Refugee and a Blonde
Wish You Were Here
By Ahmad Al-khatat Back then, when we were teenagers Fifteen years ago when we thought Nothing would separate our friendship To divide it with a positive sorrow My neighbor is now alcoholic Tears fall when I smell her cigarette She used to be smokey looking Attractive to my olden delusions Inside of me, I’m trying … Continue reading Wish You Were Here
I Close My Eyes
By Ahmad Al-khatat I close my eyes when I died in your arrival more than twice waiting for the sunshine to taste one hard candy A few bitter sips melting & dripping rare honey my mind takes me to the other side of silence where a lips kiss is a thicker bite on the tongue … Continue reading I Close My Eyes
Song of September
By Ken Allan Dronsfield During the foggy nights of late September. As the bugs have faded away, the colorful leaves have once again come out to play. Laughing and gliding down to the ground, some spin like helicopters, round and round. The cat sits watching the tendrils of haze, … Continue reading Song of September
Tired
By Ahmad Al-khatat I am tired of being tired from people with fake smiles and real tears falling from my eyes I remember the days where a long and happy life we had when we were kids God sent us rain to grew the seeds to bloom flowers now, nothing arises hungry and thirsty spirit … Continue reading Tired
Your Life Depends On It
By Ann Christine Tabaka Dragon’s breath. Last breath. Breath of life. Breathe already! Do not hold your breath. Life is too short but shorter still are the moments worth remembering. First step. Next step. Fast step. Take a step already! Do not stop moving. Find your direction and march towards it. Keep the pace, do … Continue reading Your Life Depends On It
Raining Tears
By Ann Christine Tabaka A summer rain pierces my heart with sewing needles sharp hot tears from the sky washing away burning memories of what could have been gushing downstream into swirling puddles of illusion reflecting only sad eyes Ann Christine Tabaka is a nominee for the 2017 Pushcart Prize in Poetry. She placed Third in … Continue reading Raining Tears
The Hemisphere of Earthly Sorrow
By Peter Magliocco The inclement weather strikes a key of terror in your bones strafing heavens jet-lagged in awesome cumulus dimensions. Light smears a buttery hue on the faces of grounded angels, for few flyers return from the hemisphere of earthly sorrow. Children play in a portal of dreams they will forget when wakening. Taken … Continue reading The Hemisphere of Earthly Sorrow
Academy of the Heart And Mind 