By: Daril Bentley Large Lawns The good chur-chgoerswill, Idling tomorrowand cur-sing the national Newsand Saturdaymowers That haltingly go,stillin plush pews Wor-ship what theymow. Refiners of Games Our jacks and pick-up-sticks become the tanglesof the politically invested—our toss-rings and marblesthe rollings-round…
By: William T. Hathaway Surf the Apocalypse We stand on doomsday’s beachwatching waves rise and crash,breathing the brisk and final breeze.Shiva holds in one of his four armsa surfboard carved from a bodhi tree,His partner Durga and their son Ganeshstand…
By: Daniel de Culla SHE WARRIOR This lady has ridden the busThat, for the pints that she wearsShe looks like a warrior.We have heard her sayWhen she has seizedTo the bus bar:-It’s freezing.She has made me rememberTo that warrior woman(I…
By: Brian Michael Barbeito Castaneda is an interesting figure. I read his books, right up to what I believe was the last one, The Art of Dreaming. I also read the book about him and his work called Carlos Castaneda,…
By: Ruth Z. Deming After a dinner of thawed pepperoni pizza, fingerlickin baby carrots and a carton of strawberry milk, he began his pleas. Mom! Dad! Please. Please, lemme ride my scooter round the bend and I never, I promise…
By: Todd Mercer Four nights we dug a tunnel from the basement of the Jolly Roger pub to a spot directly below the vault of a bank. If you read the news much, you know which bank. We dug it…
By: Jim Bates Meadowlark on a telephone wireYellow breast feathers shining brightlyBackyard summertime sunPausing from a game of catch listeningThe trilling song of wonder filling the airThe boy smiledHe tossed his younger brother the baseball and set his mitt down“What’s…
Imagine a moment when your own child turns to you and says, “Mom, you don’t do anything.” This was exactly what Sahana faced in 2016 when her daughter expressed these words. Determined to set a positive example, Sahana embarked on…
By Karen Lee Stradford Black Cadillac Daddy’s gone.The scent of his colognestill lingersas I enter,4-door Deville sitsin the cold garagewaiting to ride again.Tank full of gas,dusty hoodreadyto see the road. Glove compartmentpacked withCDs and tissues,masks in the console.Las Vegas hat…
By: Michael Craig Living Anguish A Loss so unfair worse the life left in total despair Silently in the night or on the busiest of days Unrelenting this fatal pain a true love sustains An emptiness no one can fill,…