By: Jim Bates Purple ConeflowerMonarch butterfly alightsDouble delightful. After somber rainPretty morning glories bloomUnexpected gift. Belief they will growCarrot seeds planted with careFaith in Nature’s hands. Woodland stream flowingWhispering sweet trickling songsNature’s lullaby.
By: Duane L Herrmann FRANKEN CROSS Cross by road sidecarved in stonefor the ages inBayern and specifically,Franken, that eastern edgeof the Frankish empire.Remember, they say,He suffered and then diedfor you a pain filled death,for YOUR sins!Life is hard, but Hissuffering…
By: Bruce Levine Floating through timeLike a meteor floating in spacePropelled by gravityPulled without free willOr choice of directionLost in circumstances of fateHeld in the hand of the unknownBetween light and darkAmidst shades of grayThat no longer offer resolutionRoadblocks sprinkled…
By: Bruce Levine Jeffrey sat at his computer and wondered what he should do next. He’d caught up on everything that needed catching up on and now it seemed that the only thing to do was take a nap. The…
By: Debabrata Mohanty The drifting clouds oppositeThe shining sun promiseA shower and rainbows..The awaiting eyes keep looking up for a fervent desireTaking shape of an arc… A beacon of hope is missingIn the foggy sky..The trust that’s only made of…
By: Puneet Kumar Life is So Stupid Life is so stupidIt can walk on a roadThat doesn’t goTowards the real goal It doesn’t knowHow roads intersectHow one leads to anotherAnd how life goes haywire It moves in a new directionUnknown…
Few lives can truly be described as a roller coaster ride, with all its unpredictable drama and thrilling pace. Robert W. Norris, a Northern California-born author who settled in Japan, is one such person. He takes us through the twists…
By: Ammanda Selethia Moore The rain and clouds couldn’t dampen our spirits as we gathered to take the short truck ride up to the barrio above Matagalpa. I stood between an elderly white lady with gray hair combed and pinned…
By: Ammanda Selethia Moore THE HUSK The Marines killed my brother: my twin, my double,who whispered his fears to me at night,the other half of my heart,whose laugh and bright eyesI loved. He diedsometimeafter bootcampbefore deployment. In his placethey sent…
By: Alex Guffey This is My Last Serenade Floating in the span of space, hearing the hymn of my swan song. This is the infinite sadness of song, sung on a moment’s notice, sealed on a permanent staccato. I…