Soft Cut

Soft Cut by De-sun

You left, your smile,
Still mistreats my thoughts.
Burning in my head,
Like a violent flame.

I still dream of you,
Write sad love poems,
On my pillows.
During my darkest days,
I watched our favorite movie,
Until it ended.

Everyday,
I want to see that soft cut,
On my smooth face.
You left behind that connection,
My soul to yours.

You Are Mine by De-sun

From the day of our independence
In 1847,
My heart has been longing for you,
Like the flowing cavalla.

At the twinkle of the light,
Which rises from the south of Monrovia,
My heart thirsts for you.

You’re beautiful, like the Sapo National park.
How I long for more of your sweetness,
That rises beyond the surface of Mountain Wologisi.

Oh! Beauty of the Lorma tribe,
You are my oxygen.
The air my lungs inhales
Exhale on the bedrocks of Cape Mount.

Where your love smokes my heart like dried fish,
Our village parent’s prepared for evening dinner.
Come let’s build the palace of love.

In my veins,
In the veins of the body of a Grebo boy.

We’ll sign a promise on the hills of Ducor,
Where the breeze from the Atlantic clamps on my soul.
To press the vow of agreement
that “You are mine.”

<strong>Sunny Eddie Crawford</strong>
Sunny Eddie Crawford

Sunny Eddie Crawford writes from Monrovia, Liberia. His works have been forthcoming in: Ducor Review, Love from home (Chapbook published by the Liberian Poet Society), Ngagi Review, Spillwords, Orange blog Africa, and the We Write Liberia website.

Sunny writes under the pen name: De-sun

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Distorted Glass

Silhouette of hand against distorted glass with geometric shapes. black and white color.

Distorted Glass by Serena Morrigan

Today I am full of love for my friends
Who think better of me than I do
My mind is a vicious place, you don’t
Want to look outside these eyes
The mirror is distorted glass
Showing the demons inside my skull
Exactly what they want to see
Am I worthy to be called a friend
When I feel like I’m constantly on fire?
Why can’t I be kind for once
To the person carrying these bones?
I hear them whispering again…
You don’t deserve it
No, you don’t deserve it

Smoke of Remorse by Serena Morrigan

Bewildered, I watch the heavy smoke rise
As the midnight sun dissolves into the black
Flickering sparks sprinkle the night sky
It would have been a beautiful sight to see
If only it weren’t for these demons inside
Bubbling to the surface merely to destroy
Again, I’m left with the ashes of my attempts
At something resembling friendship

<strong>Serena Morrigan</strong>
Serena Morrigan

Serena started writing poetry in high school as a means to deal with bullying. She only recently started writing again after a traumatic experience. By openly talking about mental health issues, she hopes to end the stigma and help people feel less alone with their struggles.

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Melody of Rain

Melody of Rain by Cheryll Patras

The melody of rain, today, sings a song to my old soul
I listen to my heart dancing to it all cheerfully
This takes me to a rainforest I’ve never seen before
I walk past the wet trees of fancies
Dripping cold raindrops on my morning face
Nostalgia? —- that’s yet to be known
Maybe it doesn’t exist in my memories
Maybe —– this is nothing but my free spirit
Travels along with the euphony of this day’s rain
The cool breeze caresses my skin
The damp scent arouses my senses
The light and shadows in the woods are bewitching
My old soul flies my young heart to nature’s core
I owe my fascinating journey to the melody of rain today.

Utopia by Cheryll Patras

It is startling to watch the daybreak;
how the sol shows up with its full
gleaming rays every day —
the way the sun smiles upon each
rooftop without assessing nuances.

It would be a generational utopia to
wish this glorious altruism and
munificence for my generation
to exhibit towards its fellows
and teach its heirs the same.

<strong>Cheryll Patras</strong>
Cheryll Patras

Cheryll Patras is a Business student from Pakistan who’s currently working as a Nonprofit Manager at a US-based nonprofit. She’s a poet at heart, and her work revolves around a variety of topics.

Cheryll writes to uplift people and shares her opinions, emotions, personal experiences, and, sometimes, what she sees happening around her. Her long-term vision is to write to bring people closer to God. Cheryll plans to publish an uplifting collection of poetry that revolves around a unified subject. You can read more of her poems on Instagram @cheryll_patras.

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The Oak Tree

The Oak Tree by Louise Senderowich

The days are long,
but the years are short.
The worries lay heavy,
whilst the laughter is light.
The racing makes us faster,
not quicker in response to our needs.
The baskets are full
with empty promises,
The checklists point us inwards,
the self-berating is cyclical,
the raging is inevitable.
Such that we miss the sign posts
of beauty,
under the watchful eye of the oak tree,
standing steady,
waiting for you to blossom
and discover your way home.

<strong>Louise Senderowich</strong>
Louise Senderowich

Louise lives in Manchester, UK with her husband and 2 boys. She has been writing poetry since she was a child and loves reading modern literature and poetry.

She enjoys writing about motherhood, being a woman in the modern age and social injustice. She aspires to publish her own poetry anthology one day.

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Sojourner

Sojourner by Katerina Canyon

Truth is where I found you

In the cusp high over ultraviolet waves

Between your time as a slave and mine

Fighting off the results of bondage.

You were a woman who accepted no

Excuses for the lack of rights

For our mothers and daughters,

Demanded more for those who followed.

I am a woman who accepts that most

White men are fixed on one idea

As to how the world should be,

And it is on me to change their minds

Through words, or actions, but never

Through guns or swords, white bonnet

Wrapped on my head as I push

Away racial insults and profanity.

You never forgot to say who a woman

Could be, what a Black woman could do

When we eschewed weakness and misogyny.

No one helped you. You just carved the trail.

No one helps me either. That’s what I learned

It means to be a Black woman.

To be strong, to plough, to plant, to raise barns.

That’s what you did. I do that metaphorically.

Now, I raise children, plough through journals

With my pen. I always remember to never

Pin my tongue for fear of other’s thoughts

This is the way you walked.

I try to get my half measure full,

But I think it is a little less

Difficult for me as it was

For you. Thank you for the

Quarter you earned.

It took us a long way, but

Today, the world is still

Turned upside down

And we are working

Hand by hand to

Flip it

Right side up

Sojourner is an excerpt from Katerina Canyon’s latest poetry collection, Surviving Home. ‘Surviving Home’ will be released in December 2021, published by Kelsay Books. Surviving Home is a reflection on African American heritage and up-bringing, racism, and abuse.

<strong>Katerina Canyon</strong>
Katerina Canyon

Katerina Canyon is an Award Winning Poet, Best Selling Author, civil rights activist, and essayist. She will be releasing her new poetry book ‘Surviving Home’ in December 2021, published by Kelsay Books.

Surviving Home is a reflection on African American heritage and up-bringing, racism, and abuse. To learn more, go to https://www.poetickat.com/

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Moon Child

Moon Child by Morgan Soulantikas

She brightens the sky with a Cheshire grin.
Her stars dance among the glow.
What it must feel like to trace the curves and shadows of a celestial goddess.
How do the nebulas contain their colors in her presence?
The milky way can’t help but overflow its banks with her radiance.
The sun must melt when dusk blankets the hemisphere.
She has always been his greatest weakness.

<strong>Morgan Soulantikas</strong>
Morgan Soulantikas

Morgan Soulantikas is a Naturalist by trade and writer by birth. She spends her time teaching others about the beauty of the world and the creatures that inhabit it. When she isn’t traveling the waters of Alaska, she gets back to her roots at home in South Carolina.

She gains inspiration from personal experiences, grand adventures, and her overactive imagination. As a person who has lived with depression, anxiety, and other mental health challenges, she makes it a point to put these issues in the spotlight with her work. If one poem describing the struggles of a worried twenty-something can help someone along their own journey in life, that’s a beautiful victory.

Morgan hopes to publish a collection of her work in the near future, but you can find all of her poetry on Instagram @soul_anne.

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Hinted Misery

Hinted Misery by Carlota Guzmán

His eyes locked mine
in an instant we knew
not one soul would love us
the only ones that could, were us.

Ending before starting
dreaming before sleeping.
Momentarily in love with you
inside my mind you are, my love.

Sentimental reasons lock our
eyes, turning love into lust
rolling our bodies
you smile at me; you knew.

<strong>Carlota Guzmán</strong>
Carlota Guzmán

I am 21 years old, I study Communication in Mexico City. My poems have been published in Train River Publishing, ERR Magazine, Espacio Ulises, Autor Libro Nº 13.

In 2019, I collaborated on an entertainment website called Cultura Colectiva writing articles. 

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Love in a Tweet

Love in a Tweet by Aloysius S. Harmon

For you are, the mirror
of admiration.
The chord to my saddened muse.
and keys to my wilting soul.

You are, the lightening
beneath my depleted bones.

The silent strike,
in my body cells.
And muffler to my flaming heart.

For your lips are silky,
To scorch my body into ecstasy.
To drive my heart in the cesspool of romance,
My heaven is your warmth felt.

For you are the love, I behold,
Priceless gold in human silhouette
The last rhyme,
To my voiceless heart.

<strong>Aloysius S. Harmon</strong>
Aloysius S. Harmon

I am Aloysius S. Harmon, a Grebo-Liberian Poet, Author, Motivational Speaker and aspiring Orthopaedic Surgeon. 

I was born unto the union of Aloysius S. Harmon Sr. and Karyor A. Karteh. I am a student of the Mother Patern College of Health Sciences studying Biology as a major and Chemistry, minor. 

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Companion

Companion by Aayushi Gupta

Anxiety and me,
we dance spinning
in huge ballrooms
forgetting everything around us.
You and me,
are in a tight embrace
too tight to let go
too much to even breathe.
You study me,
flipping my thoughts
like the pages of a book
you’ve read too many times.
Looking too deep in me,
unraveling all the layers
all the inhibitions
to see what you’ve made me.

You’ve held my gaze,
for too long now
trapping my soul
in your power.
You’ve held me,
your arms around my waist
for such a long time that I don’t even know
where my body ends and where yours begin.

There’s a fear inside me,
caught me in its trap
I may lash out or protest
but I’m just too weak.
So I just back track,
right into your arms
of darkness
and falseness.

We’re both entwined,
combined together
leaving my old self behind
making a new existence for myself with you.
My hands,
clasped firmly in yours
trying to shoo you away
but you’re too stubborn.

Anxiety and me,
you’ve taken my life
not mine anymore
but soaked in sadness.
It’s lost in madness,
trying to undo all these years
but still the people around me don’t see
the anxiety in me.

<strong>Aayushi Gupta</strong>
Aayushi Gupta

Aayushi Gupta is a shy soul from India, who bleeds all of her sorrows on the pages of her diary, sitting in the corner somewhere. She’s a bibliophile and has been creating various tales for more than four years now. She enjoys chill sessions with friends and family, and singing her heart out.

She’s currently working on her Masters in English Literature, and is just trying to get through life one ice-cream tub at a time.

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Two Lies and a Truth

Two Lies and a Truth by Taruni Tangirala

i slurp on the vanity of superior
beings in the lounge of contemplation;
a trifold of mirrors reflects three
different aspersions back at me.
i see a centaur;
dressed in battle gear and a dunce cap,
ready to run away as soon as the battle
horn sounds. next, i see a telly-tubby
festooned with participation medals and
an eye, exactly one eye, for shiny things.
last, i see a simple silhouette of myself.
nothing’s there except for a facetious
void; a black hole replete with black dust.
suddenly, a vine grows out of the void and
ivy grows all over the mirrors like ants on
a cookie crumb. succumbing to the pressure,
the glass splinters into a mosaic, and a
pastiche of my former self glowers at me
with the rage of a bull shark. then, her
refulgent eyes twinkle like the millions of
nocturnal suns that put us to sleep every night.
no, not twinkling;
she winked at me
such that no one else could see.

A Kid and Some Global Warming by Taruni Tangirala

you are mount everest and
i’m a molehill. look me down

like how the sun thrusts its
rays onto the uneven topsoil,

but you’ll never blind me.
in a picturesque watercolor painting,

you’re the one who sullies the top half;
blue skies replaced with gray air. i

giggle, and a dulcet sound escapes
from my larynx; as if gray could blind

me; blind anyone. i see you everywhere
but you can’t see me; you have constructed

your own demise in steel traps made of
carbon. thanks for entertaining the kids,

mommy says. next please, she says,
not waiting for your puny gray conscience to protest.

the silvery crescent in the night
sky is so close; i grab it and tug.

the handle reveals a whole world
obfuscated by the pollution of this one.

i enter through the threshold;
i faint.

<strong>Taruni Tangirala</strong>
Taruni Tangirala

ITaruni is a writer from the Houston, Texas area. 
She serves as the founder and editor-in-chief of Réapparition Journal, an online literary journal that is dedicated to de-stigmatizing all forms of chronic illnesses (reapparitionjournal.org).

As someone who also enjoys thinking about abstract ideas and how they relate to various facets of society such as politics, human rights, and sustainability, she loves writing poetry that reflects her ideas on these themes in a profound manner. 

She has work forthcoming or published in The Louisville Review, MORIA Literary Magazine, SORTES Magazine, and others. In her free time, she enjoys archery and watching movies such as Inception and The Imitation Game.

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