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Ich liebe dich
I still cannot believe you love me
Wo bist du?
Come be with me.

Te quiero mucho
You’re beautiful
Te necesito
Stay by my side.

Mahal kita
My heart screams your name
Halikan mo ako
Promise me that your love is true.

Ya lyublu tibya
I yearn for you
Padari mne svayu lyubov
You’re near and yet so far.

Je t’aime de tout mon coeur
Say you’ll never go
Tu es ma joie de vivre
You are my muse.

I love you
Take my heart and keep it.
I need you
I am yours.

–Sarah Montenegro

Sarah is an NYC professional by day, a writer by night. She writes horror and tragic stories, and sometimes, about past lives. Recently, she tried dabbling into poetry. You can email her at sjcm1721@gmail.com  and you can check out her short stories at sorenlysander.wordpress.com.

Broke as a Joke

This is me.

Broken by the trusting of black-hearted commissions.

The decision has become my economic submission.

I’m a fish on dry land.

The donkey chasing the carrot.

Grasping for a needle in a wet haystack.

My intuition gone.

Replaced by the brace of the handheld drone called my phone.

Leading down alleys and doors.

Made to look even more deplorable.

I scrub at the dirt of my oppressive force.

Hoping it won’t keep me consistently sore.

I’d like to say I’d rather be poor.

But look at my bank account and your eyes will see the red score.

I’m not poor, I’m broke.

Everyone makes me the bunt of their jokes.

–Carlton Rolle

Carlton has had the opportunity to observe and live in various lifestyles. These places influenced the core of what made up his value system. Throughout all of the experiences, he began to understand that everyone has a story to tell regardless of their socio-economic, religious, racial, sexual, historically based beliefs, etc. Carlton wants to enrich the world with artistic forms of expression from the mind, body, and soul of an experience. You can see more of his work on his blog

Welcoming New Featured Contributors

By David Castro

It is always good to welcome new people into our Featured family, and this month, I get to welcome the largest crop yet, three new writers. Without further ado, lets get into it.

Harry Ricciardi is a boat-maker from a wonderful sounding place called Vineyard Haven. When not building boats, he writes amazing and brief poetry such as the “Whatever” series of micro poetry and “Nevermind“. He has a lot of new posts coming up, including another run of “Whatever” poems, so keep an eye out on the horizon for him.

Michael Lee Jordan is a known quantity on the online poetry scene, having one Best of the Net in 2016 and 2 Pushcart Prizes for poetry in 2015. We are glad to get to have his work on our site, in pieces like “Give Me Booze or Give Me Jesus” and “Everything Red for the Queen”, and many more to come. This award wining writer is a great addition to our family.

From Southeast Asia, Noor Aisya Buang graces us with her words in one of the fastest jumps to Featured status we have seen in our history. She constantly sends us amazing poetry and it is amazing to see work from her unique view point. She has had poetry and stories written in multiple languages and published in many countries, and we are so very proud to be counted as one of the places she is published in America.

We love the work that our Featured Contributors give us, and if you would like to be join them, feel free to contact us at submissionsboti@gmail.com to find out how.

Grandma Time

I will rock in my rocker

until the last comet knocks me out,

knitting together past, present, future

in one fabric

to cover us

when the cold becomes unbearable

in the cosmic night.

Some say I have lived too long.

Others say Time is always fresh.

The rocker rocks.

I laugh at all their thoughts.

I have seen enough

to know

more light years

await me.

–Christine Emmert

Christine is an actress, writer, director and educator who writes across the genres. Her novel, The Nun’s Dragon, is presently out on Amazon. She has had work published throughout the English speaking world.  Presently she tours with her two plays written for the outreach Program of the National Park Service at Hopewell Furnace.  Her blog can be accessed at christineemmert.wordpress.com.

Rugged Fluff

Destruction.

Written across my face.

Clear as if meant common enough.

The flaw.

An assumption made on being tough.

I don’t like having to be rough.

But damn it, I said, “Enough is Enough.”

The look on your face as you sit there looking shy.

Clearly it states you don’t understand why.

Makes my sanity tumble when all you do is mumble.

There’s no point.

Your path will not be my direct gain.

Not at least because I won’t be the same.

I won’t conceive it.

Believe it.

I’m through with your rugged fluff.

–Carlton Rolle

Carlton has had the opportunity to observe and live in various lifestyles. These places influenced the core of what made up his value system. Throughout all of the experiences, he began to understand that everyone has a story to tell regardless of their socio-economic, religious, racial, sexual, historically based beliefs, etc. Carlton wants to enrich the world with artistic forms of expression from the mind, body, and soul of an experience. You can see more of his work on his blog

Magic School Bus Goes Rouge

By Jaime Mac

“Get ready class! It’s time for a field trip!” Miss Frizzle exclaims wildly.

“But where are we going to go? We’re just doing statistics in class; what field trip could relate to that?” says Phoebe.

“We’re heading to Wall Street!” Miss Frizzle replies, “And we’re going to rob those mother fuckers blind!” She laughs maniacally as they head towards the bus.

“Wait. We’re going to rob them? That’s illegal! We could go to prison!” Keesha says with a gasp.

“Don’t worry class. It’s all going to be a lesson on statistics and stock trading,” Miss Frizzle explains, “You’ll see how delicate the stock market is, while we simultaneously steal all their money, leaving them with nothing but a lesson in humility. Now class, grab an AK-47 and follow me!” she says as she runs off the bus onto the sidewalk.

“I knew I should have stayed home today!” says Arnold as he watches Ms. Frizzle get tackled by police on the steps to the stock exchange.

Jaime is an upcoming sketch comedy writer based in New York. Known associates include the Upright Citizen’s Brigade, Actor’s Equity, and The Affordable Care Act. She has cats. Follow her on Twitter and Instagram.

Oh Barkeep My Barkeep

Pulled from Oh Captain, My Captain by Walt Whitman

 

O Barkeep! my Barkeep! our delicious brunch is done,

The plate has emptied every bite, the prize we sought is won,

The check is near, the phone I hear, the people all are swearing,

While follow eyes the drunken folk, the drunk walkers are daring;

                     But O wine! wine! wine!

                        O the bleeding drops of red,

                           Where on the deck my Barkeep lies,

                              Hot, and busy with dread.

O Barkeep! my Barkeep! rise up and hear our yells;

Rise up—for you our cards are out—for you our polite trills,

For you bouquets and napkin wreaths—for you the bar a-crowding,

For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;

                     Here Barkeep! dear bar-friend!

                        This bar full of thirsty heads!

                           It is some dream that on the floor,

                                You’re busy and hot and dead.

My Barkeep does not answer, his lips are red with skill,

My Barkeep does not feel my yearn, he has too many to bill,

The group is anchor’d ready to leave, the brunch over and done,

From breakfast trip the brunchtime ship comes in with object won;

                     Exult O mimosas, and ring O sangrias!

                        But I with mournful tread,

                           Walk the deck my Barkeep does,

                              Busy ignoring my plead.

–Jaime Mac

Jaime is an upcoming sketch comedy writer based in New York. Known associates include the Upright Citizen’s Brigade, Actor’s Equity, and The Affordable Care Act. She has cats. Follow her on Twitter and Instagram.