Friday 30 January 2015


one day the ground crumbles
the streets of stability split and

separate you
and me
and we stand at different poles
not tethered by power lines or sewage pipes and i feel
alone
despite the enormous sea
the enormous city engulfing me
and i wonder what the weather’s like on your side
and i wonder what i’m missing out on because i crossed over
and crossed back to what i once left behind
where are you? where are we?
across, over, around the bend?
lefts and rights that don’t lead to ends
lefts and rights that lead to nothing
they lead to nothing
nothing


Melani Grace Tiongson is a twenty-something Filipino-American writer based in New York. Although her aspirations lie in law and philanthropy, Melani has loved writing from a young age, and looks forward to seeing how her career goals will shape her future works.

Friday 23 January 2015

A tolerant democracy 
allows self-full, bloated poets 
to hide in a university 
sneering at the workings of the world,
secure in the protective cloak of tenure.
Once poets' voices raised the call 
for freedom, other great causes.
Now most wallow in comforts 
mumbling impotent objections 
to current events 
beyond their comprehension.


- Gary Beck
Tennis-playing, ditch-digging, salvage-diving writer with a penchant for poetry. Explore his impressive repetoire of poems, short stories, novels, plays, and other musings at garycbeck.com