Coffee by Eli Oko

He would be wide eyed Leg shaking Painfully embedded into the black and white lines He would be retro, a true classic That old ‘skool’ word we should never spell with a ‘k’ Because it shows our age   He would be boiling with steam Burning the lips of all who dare to get close…

Applause by Eli Oko

And the things they say about love echoed with every clap. It’s unpredictable and cold even at its warmest Held hostage in the only place she can’t grow daisies Clap, Clap, Clap It’s unfathomable even when explained, in detail Its criss crosses and squiggly lines Among the straight and narrow paths Are like a paved…

OCD by Neil Hilborn

The first time I saw her… Everything in my head went quiet. All the tics, all the constantly refreshing images just disappeared. When you have Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder, you don’t really get quiet moments. Even in bed, I’m thinking: Did I lock the doors? Yes. Did I wash my hands? Yes. Did I lock the doors?…