by: Emily Bilman Like water-swathes, Time, I thought, Contains hours that differ within the day. When the halcyon breeze eases my breath...

by: Leila Tualla Here’s what I know: Usa lang ako. I am one. I am alone. Mahal ko…..STOP. Sayap. I am sorry. Words escape me, And my...

by: Aldo Quagliotti You grow and I get old we swing as weeds get cut your voice tones up, my hair turns white the noise of days getting...

by: Aldo Quagliotti I appreciate days among dandelions breathing in the briny hue whilst the cliff stands in the way certainties flake...

by: Sreekanth Kopuri something that crumbles with the bruised touch of the Silence, the living weapon i need to fight by, born without a...

by: Monica Mills what lack is had in great escape? not adder nor eagle nor minnow but rabid here a lonely bird and there it goes hoisting...

by: Monica Mills twenty-three numbers in his name it harps like snarky buzzards leeching flesh a taste so blue burned it’s hardly not...