Summer | Mónika Tóth
summer moon
the scent of tulip
spreading in the night
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Thérèse | Ricky Garni
A lonely woman was crossing
a bridge and there was a slight
fog. It was clear from the way
she sat that her heart had been
broken. And if any one of these
three things were never true,
I never would have purchased
the book upon which she rested,
with herself on the cover,
broken hearted.
The Trouble with Harry | Ricky Garni
At the coffee shop, I was marveling at how much the acorn
resembles both the pineapple and the artichoke. So I took a
picture of it and showed it to my friend. He looked at it for
a moment and then he said “You know that’s not an acorn –
that’s Harry Houdini, who was born in Wisconsin.” What
else do you know about Harry Houdini? I asked him, did
he die of a broken heart? Suddenly Harry became very
enigmatic. Perhaps a better word for it would be moist.
It was raining: the acorns had disappeared.
Meaningless Existence | Michael Andreas
i’m not sure what you were trying to accomplish
by not looking in those dark corners
they weren’t going to go away
things like that can’t be ignored into oblivion
instead you chose to live a shallow, meaningless existence
never getting close to anyone
surrounded by many unsuspecting people
all of whom would build up your unhealthy ego
the people who most matter kept at arm’s length
to eventually walk away
Gender Income Inequality | Daniel Klawitter
She’s smart as a whip
And sharp as a tack.
He’s dumb as a brick
At the back of the shack.
She’s smarter than him –
But he has a knob.
So his paycheck is bigger –
Though they do the same job.
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Pulling Strings | Ananya S. Guha
It started with Vietnam.
Then Bangladesh, then
Iran, Iraq, Palestine, sub-continental Africa,
what about India?
Guess.
Who is pulling slimy strings
of favour and disfavour?