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Month: March 2023

Four Winter Haiku – 6

By: Jim Bates Cold weather walkingWinter birds flitting alongSinging merrily. Sleet switching to snowIcy land turns softly whitePleasantly peaceful. Hard sub-zero coldSettling in like frozen steelBone deep and chilling. Bright full moon settingShining through snow covered pinesLighting thoughts of joy.

‘Seascape I’ and other poems

By: J.K. Durick Seascape I In the face of this I should feelintimidated, feel isolated, orat least out of place watchingthese waves toss and tumble,pull and pitch. Now I find thatI don’t know the language ofwaves. There must be propernames…

Hennessy & Me

By: Charlie Dickinson It was a memorable summer. I was all of nineteen and had a job where palm trees stood by the Gulf of Mexico waters. Corpus Christi, Texas. Away from work, I would read Ian Fleming and spend…

Where the Devil Treads Fearlessly

By John Paul Lama             It began during a solemn holiday in 1992 – November 1 and November 2 – known respectively as All Saint’s Day and All Soul’s Day, and locally as Undas. It was a holiday in the…

auras

By: Amanda Weir-Gertzog awake againcirca 4amsweat rivuletsglisten my skin slick to the touchbreathing rusheda postmenopausalpainted blush aura cherry redflashbang my headknocking sleep’s dooronto nightmares bed rest often remainsa memory, estrangedsomnambulancemy brain unchained

Model Airplanes

By: Jim Bates High on glueNo, waitNot glue but being togetherThe young boy and his dadWith that model plane they were building. Side by side“Here, son. Let me help.”He guides the boy’s handA slight adjustmentThe wing fits perfectly. Later that…

Brief Respite

By: David Patten A landscape of mud.  Thick, invasive.  Like a disease it spreads and clings, fueled by the autumn rains that have pummeled the endless fields of Flanders.  Now, with the onset of winter, comes a hardening as the…

If looks could kill

By: David Patten Perseus had been spending time in Sicily and the Italian mainland.  Pasta, wine, caprese.  When your father is Zeus it’s a filial duty to oversee operations in the Mediterranean.  Not one to usually procrastinate, Perseus was wrestling…