by Ceinwen EC Haydon At the bottom of your bottom kitchen drawer  a dusty, green-marbled fountain pen with …

___ 感：/gan/ perception takes place           when an ax breaks something on the heart 闷: /men/ depressed wh…

___ I tried to make a meal out of the rechauffe my life became so I. I picked a pot whose lid trembles with…

_____ I used to play that old piano in your living room the one that was two hundred years old and had abou…

___ To my mother, a prayer is a brittle thing  that morphs into splinters when it crashes into a faithless hear…

Everyone is a monster: the difference between me and you is how much our hands can close around. And whethe…

THE SPARE PARTS DUMP It’s a charnel house of metal trolled by do-it-yourself mechanics;      a Mustang enthusia…

______________ the entire morning  was held in a basket,  like the kind that would have been  woven by my Aunt …

_____________ We sat in the sea oats  after sunset  smoking cigarettes  & laughing.  He told me about girls…

Can you see in this poem the hopes and dreams  Of a nation packed and sealed up in bulk and then kept as th…

I fell for the trap of believing Chekhov is universal during the second day of my practicum. when I picked …

Seated under a black scaled tree whose leaves shiver, fall      and rustle in tonight's billowing wind …

Brethren, I've vacated this home of chaos you'd call life/ friends shouldn't pat me on the back &am…

Make cheating your favorite   And put secret at your safety  Let lies be the fuel   To your love vehicle   …

dear grief, I didn't leave you at the docks because I forgot you I didn't walk with scraggy legs  m…

We sit in cancer ward unworried about covid-19, possessed by a more consuming foe. We do not look at others…

THE UNWANTED CHILD Dumped in the waste bin/ Amidst the filthy garbages/ Disposed like an egg timber/ Boiled wit…

Perfect Insecurities Digress beautiful lady, Consumed by insecurity Blinded by media  Don’t fall to obscuri…

||| ||| ||| Cover Image Credit: ©Yula Schuster MEET THE POET: …

Lord, i know it's a sin to speak against my country, to write about a country that has never mourned fo…