God Forgives, I Don’t  

God Forgives, I Don’t  

How many times have we listened to speeches and lectures?  Read quotes and gestures, Turned rhythm into blues with notes of the same ode Biblically old Audacious and bold Trying to call to your soul like spiritual hymns Willing you to forgive him To forgive her For...
Dying of Old Age: A form of Protest

Dying of Old Age: A form of Protest

Artwork by Chanchal Gupta I want to die old  To be ghost Haunt the bad behaviors out of my descendants  Talk with ancestors about did I do enough  This has much to do with us not getting to  Grow old to give breaths to the flowers Become dirt for...
Dear Buddha Baby

Dear Buddha Baby

I can still remember that woman’s voice I was affected by the sounds of a Mother’s cry At Sundown, The Sunset on her son’s life All I could hear was: Not My Baby! She screamed it on repeat And I couldn’t retreat from what felt like a bad Omen And that wasn’t the first...
God Forgives, I Don’t  

Our Moving Force

Photo by DisobeyArtPh He said “Soothe them to a slumber, beguile the flame to a cooler heat, let the tempestuous days rise, watch them fall, subsumed by the weeks” —weeks that creep forward like monsters in the night, that slinkle suavely, qua quiet flux, then ebb,...
Angels: A Love Letter

Angels: A Love Letter

By Kim Russell  She was a Happy One. A Gift from God with a smile that could light up a room. The Dark Beauty dancing among the roses,  Singing along with Guns N’ Roses – Sweet Child O’ Mine Well-mannered beyond her time,  And much like the magic...
Your Only Fears: A Love Letter

Your Only Fears: A Love Letter

By Carlo Campbell Elementary school kids climbing on to a school bus. I can remember being scared to go to school There were a great many prompts for this fear I wouldn’t get picked for the basketball game The girl that I liked might find out …might diss me …might...