By: Cynthia Pitman i. The Predator and the Prey: Severe Depression Agony prowls the streets tonight,seeking easy prey.My gnawing hopelessnessputs me at risk.I have sought refuge,but all doors have slammed tight.Thus I, too, crawl the night.From bin to bin,I hide…
By: Carl Papa Palmer We watched birthdays of our grandsons in Nebraska this year,watched from Washington those there singing Happy Birthday,watched the boys blow out candles, watched them open gifts,watched those there get hugs and kisses which we most missed….
By: Ryan Howarth He mops his stomach with a sock, gets up from his bed and goes into the bathroom. His reflection antagonises him with shame. The expression shifts to delight. He’s impressed with his physique today. In the shower…
By James Aitchison The final two words of Omar Khayyam’s famous poem The Rubaiyat are inextricably linked with Australia’s most bizarre murder investigation. The Tamam Shud Case, often called the Somerton Man Mystery, presents a tangled thread of clues and…
By: Bruce Levine Foolishness allowsStrains of laughter making songs Phosphorescent skies Lazy brooks and streamsTrout swimming by silentlyTranquil days and nights Living for todayEncouraging tomorrowThe future comes clear Yesterday is goneKeep looking toward the futureKeep moving forward
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By: Lara Dolphin “Unsharp Masking the Mind” I found the resident facing a large sunny window seated at a tiny desk.Staff had staged it with paper, folders and pens to remind him of his office. I helped him to his…
By: Pawel Markiewicz The marvelous winter has comewith the most tender Christmas Eve Klaus Werner Swamp-Man awaits dreamaugust Moment is revealed Klaus a forester lives alonein a clear home amidst the grove In the evening praying by tablehe enjoyed freedom…
By: Tanmoy Dutta Gupta Your tranquillity remains untouchedA heaven, where time stands stillA scent of flowers whispers lowA gentle breeze that rustles the heart’s deep will In the moon’s silver glow, shadows softly fallA midnight hour, when darkness hears it…
By: J.K. Durick Walking in Late I’m running late, so I’m walkingfaster, walking faster and lookingat my wrist as if I have a watch totell me if I’m late or going to be late.Walking faster and watch watchingeven though I…