David Estringel Green is the taste of bitter rind that lingers on your fingertips,cutting through the sweetness of icebox orange smilesbursting on my tongue, lovingly fed,conjuring the salty sting of…

Gary Beck “Next,” the stage manager called. I looked around to be sure it was my turn, and she repeated impatiently: “Next.” I took a deep breath, put on my…

Ogu Chukwuebuka Kizito A woman I loved more than my life now loves another. A man I once knew as a friend banned me from his presence. I had awoken…

Pawel Markiewicz A Like Amphora I, A, an admirable adolescent-ant with some acumen as well as with the propitious admiration, am adhering to an alluring address, and I like to…

Les Wicks  There was so much music about,I couldn’t get your songs, my ownwere a chaos. We carefullydidn’t throw in everything.You were the first woman to live with me(though it…

Bobbi Sinha-Morey A year ago hope felt likesuch a pale word til I’d seenthe path of a red-breastedcotinga lead me away toa brighter world: unveiledskies glowing violet beyondthe setting sun,…

Pawel Markiewicz 1.weird of afterglowpearler singing song of moonbreaks sea-solitude 2.matutinal sunkeel swimming to new islandladen with the pearls 3.under summer moona pearl in dreamy gull’s beakmarine wizardry 4.when the…

Sonali Chanda The thin moon was keeling through the bamboo hills,an ominous breeze was blowing ,just behind their tent,where a small stream was flowing in its rhythm,with its roar…! Ankush…