Winter Coat —Karima Hoisan

My mother’s winter coat falls on its own in the back of a closet on a warm day in June in a country she never knew; never pulled out, to shield her against a harsh and howling desert gust. For she was, born, raised and died A Milwaukee girl, her winters, longer and colder. ThisContinue reading “Winter Coat —Karima Hoisan”

It Rained Inside —Rahul Gaur

I am her little secret she hides me in her mind and meets me in her dreams where we skip once upon a time I fall to the ground she invites me inside her home I stumble in as the cloud rumbles only for it to rain inside her home The air is drowning weContinue reading “It Rained Inside —Rahul Gaur”

He lingers… – Michelle Cook (of Her Writing Haven)

He lingers nearbyOn the edge of the pageThe page we’re still writingWhere love continues to blossomUnfolding ever so delicatelyAnd he’s mesmerizedBy the mind-boggling splendorHis eyes so brightEnthusiastically consumedWith the miraculous happeningsOf what he observesAnd he stays a little longerLeaning in for a closer viewLingering in the lovelinessOf our imperishable pageSo beautifully writtenFull of all theContinue reading “He lingers… – Michelle Cook (of Her Writing Haven)”

Before the Fall Folds —Maria

your smile turns summer into a feeling and my world tilts towards you, babe i am a teen once again— blushing pink ‘neath love’s golden rays and i know seasons are passing and only fools rush in but before the fall folds. . . allow me to relish your summer smile walk with me alongContinue reading “Before the Fall Folds —Maria”

and…love…- Gabriela M (Short Prose)

https://shortprose.blog/ and…this night is jasmine and is sandthe trees are fingers with no endthe earth has eyesthe tears have thighs you…you are the voice of lonely heightsI am the day without sightsa leaf is falling on my hipsinto the air a form of lips and…your touches hide in poetrya flower faints with jealousyyour dreams taste like forbiddenContinue reading “and…love…- Gabriela M (Short Prose)”

Tis the Season of Love — Frank Solanki

Tis the season of love Where nothing ever goes wrong Where things fall into place And I sing my favourite song … ‘Tis the season of love When fruits are ripe and sweet Seeing them droop playfully My young heart skips a beat The flowers in full bloom Rain their fragrance in the air ColoursContinue reading “Tis the Season of Love — Frank Solanki”

No. 7 — Nashki

If I set myself on fire, will I finally see the light? Will darkness finally leave my body? Will my chains finally melt? As my lungs fill with ash, I’ll probably be thinking of you; I’ll be thinking about whether or not I’ll burn bright enough for you to see me. If you were aContinue reading “No. 7 — Nashki”