by Ben Macnair
He struggles at first,
as young children often do.
The frisbee leaves his hand,
and falls to the floor.
by Ben Macnair
He struggles at first,
as young children often do.
The frisbee leaves his hand,
and falls to the floor.
by Émilie Galindo
You don’t have to propRead More »
me up. Let your gaze be my
handrail for this ride.
by Penelope Pressman
I walk with my feet skimming the edge of the pond I’ve seen everyday of my life
watching it with eyes that grow older each time
running alongside it on feet that gain experience each time
lifting into the sky above it my arms that gain strength each time
filling it with tears I wipe away each time
breathing out the air from my lungs to create new ripples in its surface – each time
each time I walk by the pond, the pond watches me walk by
by Audrey T. Carroll
An agent of change
Think: mutation
Think: chaos
Mitosis is a splitting, copying
two parts, codes mimicked
but not always right
Complications are messy
Read More »by Oliver Kleyer
After 3 long years, my back pain and I finally separated. It had been a troubled relationship, going back and forth, on and off. After I had announced the separation, my back pain refused to believe it, clinging to me and after I definitively told her it was over, she lingered there for some time. Finally, the news settled in and she had to accept it. My back pain finally moved out and now lives in Bremen.
I rejoiced for half a day. Then my leg started to hurt.
Read More »by Anam Tariq
In princess white, unfurled
to dance, the damsel,
seeing (oh!) so far as
the ambit of the newly earned spotlight.
Unaware of the vengeful darkness
where that light doesn’t fall.
So clustered by sooty impressions,
as with light dance the shadows,
she danced, celebrated, among
happy faces and masked faces,
supportive faces and delusive faces.