Poetry

Liberation “We heard a loud voice repeating the same words in English and in German…”1 May 25 1940, the first transport of thousands were marched through those gates. Gates that opened to what a select few called the Final Solution ...

Remembering (for Eduardo Galeano) - By Mankh “I'm a writer obsessed with remembering...”                                    - Eduardo Galeano Having heard them before, sometimes when they are nowhere to be seen i hear geese calling. Is this, Eduardo, how you were obsessed ...

■ Rethinking Things - By Gil Hoy I should have married                                                                              a computer with                                                                                       high-speed internet at an early age. I wouldn’t have needed                                                                           so much school. Just search for                                                                                “Most useful info” and read on                                                                                            for four years. Grad ...

There is something deeply suffocating about life today in the prosperous west. Bourgeoisification, the suburbanisation of the soul, proceeds at an unnerving pace. Tyranny becomes docile and subservient, and soft totalitarianism prevails, as obsequious as a wine waiter. Nothing is ...

DAWN It shuffled across the savannah Toward shade from the rising sun. In each hand it carried banana Held firm by opposing thumb. An ape by all rights of appearance, Yet upright its ambling gait. To primate behavior adherence Except ...

PATIENT NANA (By Joseph Cavera) Some old woman, Who says so? Watches over mom Stops from going below And her husband, a peaceful man Retirement clearly not in the plan, Cute little attitude, We all know, and love Brings us ...

■ Paint by Numbers   arrange my face with a one two three and insert a color of your choice find a vision of me that satisfies you then rip it up if you wish. ■ Author Bio: Angelica Fuse ...

■ Tomorrow Things I have this list Started long ago Though I cannot recall when The paper's crumpled Folded and stained With edges torn and thin From time to time I pull it out Allow my eyes to scan down ...

Limits You promised in front of a priest to love, honor, cherish. Then you started gambling, When you lost you started drinking. The more you lost, the more you drank. You came home drunk, yelled and cursed at me. I ...

My Heart Waits... Feeling something within my grasp Yet, the moment never lasts Reaching up into the sky Like a bird I long  to fly Beyond the stars and past the moon To where my heart waits for you ...