Poetry

"...the shades of a waterfall's frozen ardor..."

"...Irony of closed bars and finding myself drinking far more..."

"...the latest thing we thought would save us..."

"...it's the time of the intergalactic nerd..."

"...Replaced, altered, that is how I feel...."

"...Every note a treasure, like clouds passing by..."

"...The myth of love still lives..."

"...a perfect pollutant, a poverty of truth..."

"A knock on a lazy Sunday afternoon..."

Madhu Gangopadhyay hails from India. Her passion for writing began when she was in school. She loves to pen down her musings at random moments. She is fiercely passionate about poetry and short stories, and her penchant for mythology can be seen in her works

"...where the warmth of that memory..."

"...We keep watching each other fade..."

"...a whole sky Of stars through the night..."

"...Friday nights with whole families dancing..."

"...you've come to a place seeking enlightenment, change or merely asylum..."

"...one day I will make a sword..."

"...you wait mesmerized...

"...a hush-hush slipped out..."

"...all we want is a little light, a little breath..."

"...they seemed to glow with renewed days..."

"Got something to slather you..."

"...It tries to filch some sparkle from the rising sun..."

"...Carefree I'll dance thrilled by the feel of snow..."

"you thought you could stop me from becoming..."

"...what pizzas they recommend..."

"...Brevity demands the perfect six words to express love..."

"...He was the victims' one and only hope..."

S. A. Gerber is a native and resident again of Los Angeles, CA. after having spent twenty-four years in a neighboring "city of sin" in the Silver State of Nevada.

"...unseen wounds leap from snuggery of my skin..."

"...this back basement that has never held bodies in it..."