Stalemate by Anthony Ward

Suits make us
As chess pieces
Locked into respective movements
As we make our way
Across a chequered board
With the hope of capturing
The most mundane
Figure of them all.


Watching the Watch Volume I, Issue I

My Own Crop Circles by Paul Yumbla

I’m on this plane headed for the rim. Reaching divinity, finding God’s shoes. The harder you look the less you’ll find the clues. Locked away in my corner. So I no longer mourn her. I’ll keep the truth in my very own locket. Tucked neatly in my very own pocket. Listen to this. It’ll widen that eye socket. Don’t mock it. This American Dream has me tossing and turning. Has this nightmare finally wound up burning. The stress is tangible. That’s love. It’s flammable.

Smiling & Brighting God’s Temple (RIP Peter A.) by Junior Sinatra

I’d like smiles to replace this dilemma cause,
I know that you’ve grown strong
Fighting a fight that took forever to end
Continuously going on
But it’s over now isn’t that
What you wanted all along
Not once did you fight
That fight all alone

Family friends and stranger
Felt your cruel pain
Your happy and sad tale
Sticks with us like an everlasting stain
But I know your up there
Smiling & Brighting gods temple
I look up at the stars at night
in hopes to see your twinkle

Knowing you Peter

Was truly an honor
I’m happy you’re not suffering
But I’m upset that you’re gone
I prayed to the heaven never to forget you
So our friendship lives on

RIP Peter A.
You’re our guardian angel now
So look down upon us