by Wendy Taylor
(the Jodo Mission, Lahaina, Maui)
What is it about the pink lotus flower
placed at the crossed legs & flat open hands,
gentle in the lap of the bronzed Buddha,
that provokes children to throw pebbles
at Amida’s stretched ear lobes? The neon Continue reading
by John Haymaker
At thirteen I fixated on playing piano like John, Paul, and Elton — the new kid in 1970. But not until I graduated college would a prostitute unlock the secrets of rock music for me — techniques I might have learned from my first piano teacher, Raleigh, a sightless British gentleman. Continue reading
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by Ajay Sawant
Sparrows with brackish blacks
On a hot, hot afternoon hop
stringently in sun pecking grains,
The Lu sweeps the grass to brown,
shadowed partly by fiery Gulmohar;
The gala gates squeal slithering
tar roads. Continue reading
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by Fabrizia Faustinella
The house across the street from ours had been abandoned for many years and was now falling apart. The roof was collapsing, the front door hardly standing, the back door was jammed, and many windows were shuttered. The vegetation grew wild and unchecked; the vines took hold of the house like tentacles of a giant octopus. Continue reading
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by Jennifer Santos Madriaga
I remained lucid through the delirium dream
as I was baptized in the saline waters of
Zosyn and Vancomycin, my biome of
living self and infection obliterating in layers
with each hourly infusion. Continue reading
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