INHALE TO GODDESS by Larissa Peters
Inhale to GoddessYouare only a blurin the foreground of mydrishti.
WrinklesThere is a history in your face, everyline that draws up anddown each curve.In just these few moments that I've met you,I see
little joys in...
ONLY STARS by Peycho Kanev
Only Stars
When I look back,I always do itnot with a smile, but with astonishmenton my face. I remember the time,when I was little kid and thenthere still were old people who were from another...
GASLIGHTING by Amy Gautschi
GASLIGHTINGNothing can be found hereThere is no space to growThe walls are moving closerI don’t know where to goUp is to the leftExcept when it’s to the rightOutside the sun is shiningBut in here...
CARDINAL SINS by Kushal Poddar
Cardinal Sins
One cardinal cheepsNear your sinful pane,Open in summer wind,
Near your bedpost failingTo disentangle the white shirtOf the other man. You wearThe black boxers, not yours.
One sweeping finger can shiftA paradigm, alter a filterThe...
I PRETEND NOT TO LOVE YOU by Viviana Viviani, Translated by Giuliana Barile, Angela...
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Fingo di non amarti by Viviana Viviani
Fingo di non amartirispondo tarditi faccio aspettaremi sento scaltrase sbaglio appostail nome dell’altramostro indifferenzadistrazione e assenzadico: “stiamo insiemefinché stiamo bene,viviamo il presentesenza promesse”,sotto queste sciocchezzeda donna cresciutatengo nascostala...
TO OUTLAST by Michele Parker Randall
To Outlast
The last cigarette clutched at my fingers, stretchedmy lungs, and drew smoke into me, hide-n-seek-
style. It’s been a while; my doctors tell me notlong enough, not lung enough, and quite frankly,
I am fine...
THEORY OF RELATIVITY by Abena Ntoso
Greetings to Hannah S. Jones
Dear lovely daughter,
Let us always expect full respect, nothing less.People will offer us much less at times,even hurl disrespect at uslike fire and ice.
We have inherited tears.
If you are able...
PARABLE OF THE FATHER by Kimberly Nunes
PARABLE OF THE FATHERby Kimberly Nunes
FACING DUENDE
Dusk shadows of branches and leavesare timorous patternson the golden wall.Inside her head she swimsa red river as violet eyes driftin and out of context.
Again, she is luminous haloabsorbing...
CHICAGO by Elsa Pair
Bloodletting
Bloodletting,but for the rage.
If I cut open my chestsurely all that will come out is the
rage, spilling down my frontlike vomit or molten lava.
If I hold it in any longerthe fever will kill me,
and...