WITHIN THE DIN by Linda Imbler, Translated by Isaac Cohen
Within The Din / Linda Imbler מתוך ההמולה – לִינְדָה אִימְבְּלֶר
His soul heard no welcome, only murmurs.
It seemed he heard sweet singing.
The hope that he was right stayed his sorrow.
His bedimmed dreams came as...
SONNET by Pawel Markiewicz
Sonnet about the fallen moon and morning star
Heavenly sailorling spy out the wan light-sheen of star.
Baffling unearthly time: weird having just thieved by elves.
One of pale mornings longs for some meek fulfillment of night.
Moony...
CHRONICLE by John Kaniecki
The Humanity Of The Enemy
Reality, is a rocking cradle, God is able, a miracle sleepsMother's gentle hand does not understand forces beyond her commandThe winds wails, the system fails, hatred prevailsReligion, nationality, ethnicity, ideology,...
EVOLUTION 2.0 by Pablo Vascan
W
w e h e ro dw e o c m ef r o m, w h e r e d ot h e y grow,the vines of reason, hieroglyphics,the artifacts of tongues?when does waxof...
SOLACE by Mark Burke
SOLACE
Two appear out of the early morning fogcoming up from the beach under the pier,a night spent curled against the cold.Gone down into the forest of wharf-pylons,they laid on the sand with their blanket,guessed...
THAT LEAP by Charlie Madden
That Leap
Munching away in the sun,what could be more pleasant?Fellow Roos scattered as far as the eye can see -My lovely Mary there, mother of 2 and one in the pouch,seems quietly content…
SHOUT !...
MENACING HEAVEN by Mark J. Mitchell
MENACING HEAVEN
The sky has swallowed time’s poison. The sky
is pressing on empty, mis-colored streets
In this city, one—just one—baby cries
...
GENES by J.M. Allen
Drivers Test
Put away your phone, and we will go outside.Hop in my car, and I’ll take us for a ride.Driving starts out nice with few vehicles around.Turn on some music and listen to the...
TIME by Megan Harrison
“time”The hands of the clock move too quicklyAs everything continues to change.Changing from the ideas of simpler timesAnd the constant dream to grow upGrow oldAnd do all that one couldn’t before.As my hair grows...
STINGER by Vyara Kozareva
STINGERThe autumn encroaches my delineationRadiantMightyRenaissance-styledIn its zibellino accessoryMuddles my reposePigments my memoryJams snouts and tailsAt the bottom of dusty brush washersBrutality demyelinates my axonsI am groping for the pointI’d lost myselfIn the smother of...