By: Bruce Levine The Next Plateau Roads taken Following twists and turns Roads less taken Often straight But often less scenic With fewer variables Fewer variations Fewer vistas Fewer paths to the next plateau Trials and tribulations A sing-song melody…
By: Sarah Mahina Calvello These Colors All these colors,Combed and spunInto fine spiralsOf cotton candyDying the skyWith a stretching sigh Morning roseCovers everythingWith a patient brightness Another dayOf rise and fall— The Postcard For Michael Calvello Take me to the…
By: Cynthia Pitman Ars Longa to Isaac The weary artist, long unknown,made his way down the hidden pathto the forbidden lake.There he abandoned his brusheson the shoreand knelt by the water’s edgeto rinse his pallet one last time.As the colors…
By: Mike Turner The cold rain of ageWashes away nostalgiaLeaving only regret Poignant memoriesLike a relentless high tideSlowly submerge me In the past’s sad depthsLie yesterday’s reflectionsQuietly weeping
By: David Sapp Rather Warm Rather warmI’m certainYou’d agreeWe’ve fiddled aroundFor far too longNow everyoneWatches RomeEverything everywhereBurning brightlyNeedlessly thoroughlyAnd you and IWe are all NeroMindlessly pluckingStrumming hummingCatchy tunesIn our comfy airConditioned apocalypse There’s Brutality There’s brutalityOn the front pageAbove the…
By Taylor Dibbert Nothing breaksA marriageQuite likeA midlife crisis. ### Taylor Dibbert is a writer, journalist, and poet in Washington, DC. “Rescue Dog,” his fourth full-length poetry collection, was published in May.
By: Duane L Herrmann ODE TO ERN MALLEY Do an “Ern Malley”as the pranksters did:assume a male persona,pretend to be a poet,make up new versein strange new ways,and shock the otherswho thought they knewwhat a poem was.Open doors which morefollowed,…
By: Ranjit K Sahu A killer summer Causality of an unsolicited relationshipMy heart wanders around the dusky huesThe summer sky grapples with cloudsComprehending what’s false and what’s true Wishes metamorphose into murmurationsChanging their shape and intensityAnd in those abstractions sketch…
By James Aitchison He was born a British prince. His father was Queen Victoria’s youngest, brightest son. He was educated at Eton. Lewis Carroll, a family friend, dubbed him a “perfect little prince”. Yet he was denounced in Britain as…
By: James Aitchison When all is calm,when every ripple is smoothed,when every doubt dispelled,the four corners of the worldare yours.None shall limit your horizons,none shall steal your wisdom,none shall thwart you.Old whispers are no longer heard,and your breath is eternal.When…