By: James Aitchison The placid day belies its chaos:a giant web of conflicted men.Only the eternal realityremains absolute: men dwellon an earthly plane,through a series of lives,one following the other,to seek all that which is beautiful.Only through a soul at…
By: Ryan Quinn Flanagan The Irish House Painter (for Brendan Behan) Sky Water Gravy If I should go where names are pluckedfrom golden gongs, the fairy snows there’s briefcase on the stereobriefcase on the stereo don’t stare & lane lanethe…
By: John Caulton ‘Driving up the country lanes The knackermen, we’re here again A farmer’s gate, lift the latch Dispatch, collect another batch’ The dead… Oh, the joys of country living; the smell of sewage sludge, silage and manure! Unfortunately,…
By: James Aitchison I am the peaceful faith,the silence in every step,a silence not of this earth.I have so much to tell you.(Not all men will listen.)Knowledge, once gained,simplifies and shapesyour life and structuresyour inner self.Your purpose and pathwill be…
By: Pramod Rastogi When I am not with You My love, when I am not with you,Never too far from me are you.If I were a leaf of yellow hue,A shade of lush green would be youBased on the shade…
By: Charles Wiegand Eliana’s passion is baking. All kinds of baking—bread, candy, cakes, pastries, and pies. She loves baking so much she has three ovens in her kitchen. She is known throughout her neighborhood for her baked goods—everything from simple…
By: Edward Lees A Painting of Sorts Rippled manganeseLike a path to the horizonParaiba tourmalineDeepening to sapphireSuch slight differenceBetween vacant sea and skyHundreds of raw umber coconutsAt every stage of decompositionSome sproutingDerelict stillness everywhereA solitary figureOn flecked alabaster sandSharp with…