By: Borna Kekić Milas Only me Sometimes I unknowingly fly through the skyI leave pains and worries behind,and I shouldn’t… Pen in hand,A blank paper in front of me.I’m going down an unknown road,I step into my thoughts,I run away…
By: Karl Miller The anhinga, its knifelike beak prepared to strike, perched on a low branch, and stared down at the dark water around the mangrove roots beneath it. As dusk enveloped the Everglades, the long greenish-black bird studied…
By: Zach Arnett The Ice! Is Gonna Break! You should bank all that want in a sno-conecup, pitch it in the old dessert fridge downstairsor I’ll never get to sleep. Lately allmy dreams are of blanched men with furry Mar-fan…
By: Roger G. Singer WHISPERS I see youat the edge moonlightbrushes your hairas a mild breezedrifts overthe lipswhispering mynameas we standunder tall pineslining the pathnext to theoceanwhere astarry night skyis reflectedonto itssmooth surface ### LINEN SONG fair windscircledpast openwindowsteasingcheckedand stripedcurtainssnappingtheir…
By John RC Potter Prayers Prayer 1:“Your love will keep me safe.”I say these words on those daysas the airplane leaves the groundand yet again when it sets down;they are my refrain and my beliefthus, no fear is to be…
By: Mahathi LONG JOURNEY You have to make a journey long one dayO friend. No kith, no kin, will follow you.They shed few tears for you and tread their way.Your friends and others just pretend to rue. The money you…
By: Bruce Levine A two-season yearSpring and fallYin and yangFrom budsTo bountiful flowersAnd paleTo dark green leavesThen the changeJust at the peakOf perfectionAs the days recedeAnd the glorious colorsOf fall appearReds and yellowsOrange and goldAnd the leaves fallA full cycleTo…
Haiku is a form of poetry that originated in Japan and has become popular all over the world. It is a short poem that consists of three lines, with the first and third lines having five syllables and the second…
By: Jim Bates Purple ConeflowerMonarch butterfly alightsDouble delightful. After somber rainPretty morning glories bloomUnexpected gift. Belief they will growCarrot seeds planted with careFaith in Nature’s hands. Woodland stream flowingWhispering sweet trickling songsNature’s lullaby.
By: Duane L Herrmann FRANKEN CROSS Cross by road sidecarved in stonefor the ages inBayern and specifically,Franken, that eastern edgeof the Frankish empire.Remember, they say,He suffered and then diedfor you a pain filled death,for YOUR sins!Life is hard, but Hissuffering…