I’m Not Afraid
/… on the edge
of the highest mountain
fear has no room in my heart.
I shake not, I stand…
By Lawal Rasheed
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Miss Daisy...
/…said, removing her glasses and bringing her left hand up to massage her temples. She was sitting in her computer chair with her legs crossed. Myer sat on her light couch, lowered his chin, and exhaled. “You’re the doctor,” he said. Myer came now and then for medication…
By Andy Cooper
Read MoreRaider of The Lost Archive
/.. there in rows, not columns,
blood and sweat and tears you’ll bleed
while seeking what you need through slaloms,
zig-zagging at breakneck …
By Ken Gosse
Read MoreO Rhyme! How I …
/… I express my joy in thee;
but sorrow drains desire, and grace received,
depriving me of your vivacious sea
of gilded imagery…
By Ngoc Nguyen
Read MoreMemorable Moments…
/… for everything,
all I remember about Layla,
her kiss was among the least.
I missed only her soft …
By Andy Cooper
Read MoreThe Lesson Of Time
/… I was younger
I did not treasure time—
day in and day out
I believed it would never …
By Shih-Fang Wang
Read MoreOde To Sorrow
/…taste the poet's plight, youth, love, the Muse
together inspire this reflective rhyme,
this thoughtful ode, for once more I must choose
to look inward before the end of…
By Ngoc Nguyen
Read MoreAt The End
/…still courses through my veins
I’m feeling that my life-force wanes
Head is groggy, sight grows dim
Weight is heavy in my …
By Mike Turner
Read MoreTick, Tick, Tick
/How often does,” Go, Go…
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…sympathies are completely with old Plautus. Yours, too, I imagine. The sun-dial was bad enough. Now we have ever-more refined ways of slicing our days into ever-more itsy-bitsy pieces. We are obsessed by time. We never have enough…
By K. L. Shipley
Read MoreTime Turnabout
/Many times throughout our…
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…I was a child, I was given weekly chores.
Since Dad was not around; Mom nagged us.
I would protest frequently: “I don’t have the …
By Debby Hackbarth
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