Travelers

by Sean McGill

couldnt think of the right words

to explain

these things

on my mind

so i thought i’d write a poem

and then i did

thinking of the first time we met

and moving you in

and tony subversivly playing matchmaker

i’ll never forget how you looked

in revolution green

one night

when we stayed up late

and we transcended

space

but not time

Midnight in the Garden

by Sean McGill

A whisper to a teardrop

Was your refuge from walking in the rain

Being “that guy” was what probably

saved you

From that

A huge fiasco

To bring you back from Savannah

No longer

The door-mat man is gone

Step back please

What next

War’s over

Israel lost a long time ago

Others scattered about

Not necessarily the most important

but adding up

Pieces of the puzzle

Beginning to finish the picture

The Potent Imagery Of A Thousand Rabid Dogs

by Puranjay Singh

The little dreams of insanity rain like cold hail upon a naked body

Slowly but slowly the skin you wear turns unreal

The undecided fakeness of the smiles you see around

A mild confusion over the definition of being real

A well labeled caption over every face you come across

Prejudice demands your words to be cut-and-pasted

There’s jealousy, yes, and there’s the pride

Every inch of living being you see in disguise

You turn a blind ear to the internal dialogue

The lumpy fatigues you’ve worn over the years only strengthen the fact

That there’s potency in the image of a thousand rabid dogs

Gnarling and growling at every fake face they come across