Poems

Hairpin skewed another moment spurned, didn’t the songs I send help, that jukebox is naïve. I thought I was of a strong sound mind and REM would make it all ok, I guess I didn’t learn, I s’pose I needn’t bother While my belfry rang hollow thumping like a drum I was twiddling thumbs still stuck on Question 1 subtracting L from life adding W = wife (my woman for … [Read more...] about Better Left Unsaid In My Opinion, By: Phillip Jordan

I was a rule-breaker at school, callingthis boy’s name, pulling that girl’s hair,leaving a frog or two on the teacher’s desk.But Mr Wang, the new teacher, is no tame lamb,smelled the blood with his hunter instinct.He grabbed my ear, dragging me into his office,roared like a furious lion. I stood in the corner,arms extended, palms exposed, body shaking.The air felt heavy, the … [Read more...] about A Rule-Breaking Sonnet, By: Hongwei Bao

Look up, look up. Look all around.You'll see a picture, hear a sound,Without a filter, just a glance,You'll find a moment that by chance,It won't be shared, it's yours alone.A simple pleasure, yours to own. Perhaps this picture, sound or gaze,Reminds yourself to clear the haze,Of endless mumbles, pointless noise,Random comments, apps and toys,Of anger, offence … [Read more...] about Look Up, By: Joe Smith

Nazis were of no consequence to us,preteens who did not understand that they really were,we the Jewish boys of Avers Street born a decade after the hell.So many of us we fielded two full teams for baseballand had enough substitutes for basketballand hockey to play for hours.When day went dark, you could find usin my backyard playing Nazi on the jungle gym,the enemy holding … [Read more...] about The Games We Played, By: Michael H. Brownstein

So, here you are...creased at the edges,laugh lines stitchedlike fine embroideryA tapestry of years folded into skinEach thread tightened by joy, grief, and grit.You rise slower now...But oh, how your thoughts fly like windThe body, yes, it complains in whispersYet the spirit has found its rhythmYou've seen love in its many disguisesAs thunder, as silenceAnd through it all, … [Read more...] about To Myself, By: Snigdha Agrawal