The future is an old rag worn by some hope in its naked lessness. I refuse to freeze in synopsis. I must drink some sun and outgrow the habit of your dumping ground. It is a matter of preparing, now. The future’s shoulders are burdened with expectations. In the muttering of the temple bell’s tong…
Author: Vishwanath Bite
Creation 101
Floating
Salil Mirashi Maharashtra, India We float In this darkness Of glittering stars Holding hands Ringa ringa Round and round Slow luminary motion In the void Our words Echo in our ears Soaking the space In their moist We hold on tighter And sounds of assurance Foster our orbit We sop up the darkness Within our…
Space and Time
Electric in the Sun
Michael Lee Johnson Itasca, Illinois. I’m electric in the spring sun nomad in the summer dust my lantern burns without fuel, I lie in the deep grass with microphones tossed over my ears- and feel like I’m on a high- psychedelic blue-green grass pink sunglasses in my left hand, teeth pearly white ivory tusks, muscle…
No Soup For You
Jennifer Donnell California, U.S.A I finally told you what I think about when we make love. I knew it would be bigger than your shoulders, which won’t hold me up, if the sky falls down tomorrow. I’m on an earthquake fault wearing a sheer lace nightie. There’s an alien invasion and I’m forced ((TO)) mate…
Damascus Gate
A Rite of Questions
Francis Raven 2125 14th St. NW #332 Washington DC 20009 It’s hard to know which religion bows before unnaturally blue and yellow flowers. Their deistic haircuts, conundrum headdresses, offer few clues and yet his white button up shirt could have appeared in a folk dance I might have once seen. This is America of course,…
An Excerpt from the Novel Dreamland
Rosalind Williamson Houston, Texas You know, humans are a narcissistic species, and I am no exception. Actually, I’m so self absorbed – so full of myself – that I’ve written now this entire book on the subject. Myself, I mean. I have pages and pages deliberating on myself, my response to various things and various…
TOWARD THE LIGHT
Phil Richardson 7010 Cornell Rd. Athens, Ohio 45701 richardc@ohiou.edu Thomas’s wife stood with him at the entrance to the crumbling lighthouse, but she would not go in. “I don’t think you should climb up there, Thomas,” she said. “What do you think you’ll find?” Thomas ignored her and opened the heavy wooden door, which moaned…