…steepled his hands

and rocked in his dark office chair

as he prayed for distance

between the call…

By Andy Cooper

I dedicate this poem…

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… to the spark that starts the flame,  

Cheers to the risk, the thrill, the game.  

Cheers to the moments we chase…

By Emmatobs

Nobody knows what’s…

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…went over the mountain to see what he could see. The groundhog surveys my backyard for exactly the same reason. The birds on the deck are glad to have discovered the…

By K. L. Shipley

…excuses we sow mature into good reasons to extend our stay. We do not realize how we have outgrown our new environment until moving on becomes expensive. It is then we realize…

By Benjamin Nambu

…at the house through the windscreen and tried to gather his thoughts. This was it. It was time to admit everything and face the consequences. He knew what he had done was wrong. He knew he should have come sooner. It was time. Even if the outcome was bad for him, he would still…

By Chris Platt

… were laid down,

Guiding the tributaries

To flow through sluice gates.

Crevices were …

By Orbindu Ganga

…filled with life that I drove people insane with incessant talking… 

Now I find I have nothing to say and it’s weird…

By Becca Hulen

…traverse quite madly from

train to train of thought

Somone to silence this mad

medley of merciless music…

By Slyvia Rose

Dear Readers, The Dark Hole…

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…Palakkad district of Kerala is devastatingly beautiful with her lovely green fields and the ever flowing Malampuzha river. The very entry of the village is so simple with an ordinary bus stop…

By Sujatha B