Thoughts on a Photograph of You

by Elizabeth Jane Timms I entered by your eyes, for your face wantedTo take me away, far away into the world that you were.The world that our love had made and given us.And I roamed your face, lifted your lids like an exploring child,Climbed onto your temples,Surveyed the world from your brow.Your face gave me …

Gabriel, The Civil Rights Lawyer’s Tale

by Mark Kodama Injustice anywhere is a threat to justice everywhere. We are caught in an inescapable network of mutuality, tied in a single garment of destiny. Whatever affects one directly, affects all indirectly.Martin Luther King, Jr. Letter from the Birmingham Jail The reasonable man adapts himself to the world; the unreasonable one persists in …

I am From Train Tracks and Busy Streets

by Vivian I am from train tracks and busy streets.From motorcycles rides through the city and instant noodles,The tofu on the streets that caused a round stomach - a baby so pure and so innocent.I am from red velvet slippers and jumping rope in the courtyard.From the big, mean girls who never let anyone play …

Hear my Thoughts

by Swesuny - a published poet from Southeast Asia. Find her on IG. This piece was inspired by the current social and political climate in the writer's hometown and abroad, in the United States.  It saddened me to see others look for faults in the other people, It saddened me to see others misjudge the …

Do What It Takes

by J. Niziolek We will not be defined by the struggles we are facing.The distance between us has always been like a paper airplane.It seems like the miles will soar on for forever, but soon we will find ourselves landing in the same spot we’re supposed to be before the air stops lifting the paper …

The Clothes We Try On

by Vivian The men and woman try each other onCasually, like suits, rejecting those that do not fit.The clothes that fit the body snugComplimenting the curves and concave stomachsHe was here to stay, but only for the seasonShe found one that fits, one that compliments her eyesHe was just to wear a couple times and …

Drifting Away

by Tylia L. Flores Sitting here in my wheelchair, Staring at our pictures on the wall, Thinking about how much we’ve changed. Drifting away like a boat out at sea, I guess that’s what happens when you start to love young, people change and their paths begin to change. It's hard for me to see …

I’m A Warrior

by Tylia L . Flores Photo credit: leninscape, pixabay I may not own a sword But I am a warrior of my own kind. Having a condition called Cerebral Palsy That causes me to have low muscle tone and stiffness Throughout my whole left side of my body. Sometimes life gets crazy Going to specialist …

Las Vegas Tales IV

Jennifer Faulle: The Young Woman's Tale Legend of Dusty the Racer by Mark Kodama Wheresoever you go, go with all your heart. Confucius Elbows to the ground. Feel the vibration. I was the rookie racing sensation My motorbike flies into the turn. Smell the rubber burn. The winner’s circle is my destination. Hear my engine …

Las Vegas Tales I

Sid Delicious: The Poet's Prologue The Summer Day Andrew Marvell to His Coy Mistress, "The grave’s a fine and private place,But none, I think, do there embrace." by Mark KodamaMr. Kodama is an avid writer, reader and active member of the Inner Circle Writer's Group. The air brakes hissed and the bus slowly backed into …

I Write a Poem Every Night

by Fidel M. Love Tonight, I wrote a love poem 'Cause the words just shifted and sent me to a happy place as I drifted in memories of when you used to smile at me And I laughed a little thinking of how I let your smile trap me. So, I wrote a love poem …