Poetry

"...As tortured souls we quibble and dispute..."

"...gentle, blessed by the sun..."

"...I give no second chance to anyone..."

"...a forest of metal trees..."

"...I said cheerio to the consumption of meat and eggs..."

"...So what do we make of a god..."

Cord Moreski is a poet from New Jersey.

"...Forty years old and suddenly<br /> alone..."

"...They also have Ulysses's stare..."

"...there is a whole world away from my window..."

"...From this seam emerges melic tunes..."

"...There should be monuments to my father..."

"...Had she stepped on the tail of a lion?..."

"...I did, I did as just I'd promised..."

"...I pass through the tide meeting the comfort of homesick strangers..."

"...that synthetic hair sure does billow in the breeze..."

"...how wicked the lightning is at the end of town..."

"...to bake the handmade bread to douse the fire in their bellies..."

"...those busy emissaries with love on their lips..."

"...Where is the spirit of ubuntu, or humanity in Africa?.."

"...the blood red sun that scorched the pavement...

"...Take my hand, my friend, and smile..."

"...i never saw the revenge exacted on them..."

"...Give me peace to see the light..."

"...You are strange and familiar..."

"...A clip of speech that played with a Southern accent..."

"...a kind of music played on my bones and memory..."

Alex Andy Phuong graduated from California State University-Los Angeles with his Bachelor of Arts in English in 2015 and was an editor for Statement Magazine. He currently writes articles and film reviews online. His writing has appeared in The Bookends Review, Society of Classical Poets, and Wilderness House Literary Review #12/4.

"...Time is now the enemy, bulldozing hope into the ground...

"...Racism is not an assignment to do...