By: Rachel Chitofu Because in the past, you fell in love with the wrong woman,when I show you the scar of my heart’s sparked love for you,you mistake its burning intensity for infidelity or insult.Its redness resembles a moon’s incongruous…
By: Brian Michael Barbeito it was a long day. sometimes the rains arrived out of nowhere and other times the impossibly hot sun that also blinded us. I was sitting beside the tarot reader at a fair. heck, i thought,…
By: Michael Craig Debby No diamond in the rough.This woman so exquisitely cut.Set within her, a heart of gold.One that tarnish shall never dull.A beauty so very desired,even artists are inspired.So stunning, an impact,never before seen or heard.When painted on…
By: Jacob Keating Eggs Under soft sun you make eggs in the morning.It’s distressing me how little you look at the pan.Wrapped up in amber, and tangents about something or other. Perched on the kitchen counter, spatula as a microphone,You…
By: Leena Adhvaryu A doorisaboundary.Itcanbeclosed;itshuts off.Butitcanbeanentrancetoo,athresholdtocross,a pathtobegin,towalk togetheroralone.
By: Bruce Levine Seasonal rotationSpring through winterThe calendar cyclesBirth to deathTime chasesThrough the universeAs planets trace circlesAround the sunRevolutions and evolutionsCascading raindropsShowering the earthGiving birth to the cycleSetting forth the regenerationAs it progresses to fulfillmentCulminating at the harvestWith time for…
By John RC Potter Across Time Across the reflections of time, I see you.I bite my lip, murmur your name, and remember.The memories come back so rapidly,but I do not call your name, no.Instead, I brush the hair from my…
By: Jessica Goebel Icarus You were trapped in darkness,And I tried to bring the sun to you.But I became the sun to you,And you to me. Yet I didn’t see.I wish I could forget the things you said to me,Exquisite…
By: Will Hemmer Rhetorical We all know (don’t we?) that a flybuzzing against a windowpanecould be a metaphor (couldn’t it?). At the dull whirr and bumpwe acknowledge the futility,admire, perhaps, the frantic persistence? Restraining our urge to swat itwhile we…
By: Brian Michael Barbeito Do you know when it is the middle of dusk and you are in the centre of a liminal time? People don’t talk about the middle of dusk, or not so much, eh. I was on…