By: Laurie Keim Father On A Rock Father stands on a rockrod in his handunbeknown to himtides are darkerand deeper than he can imagine.He casts always to the leftof twilight and never beyondthe horizon for fearlogic might failthe test of…
By: Sushant Thapa I Unveil the Veil The evening has a voice,It speaks in promises,But I want no dawnTo lift its veil,Today, I want to get drunkWith the nectarFrom the evening’s delight,In semi darkness.The river was onceA weeping bride,I take…
By: Ute Carson My knees sink onto the worn cushion in the confession boothas I lean my forehead against the mesh screen,hoping that not a priest but my mother could hear my pleas.“My sins were avoidance and neglect as I…
By: Andrew Nickerson Throughout history, many tactical/strategic manuals have risen/fallen from prominence…with one exception: Sun Tzu’s The Art of War. This legendary manuscript’s wisdom has withstood the test of time, not just for its common-sense approach, but its primary goal—winning….
By: Charles Gibson A notable absence of a latch,resonates within the inhabitantswho resideth behind the doorof opportunities without guidance. Opportunities that are keyto the one who is lockedup behind the door of theirown self-imposed limitations… without the wisdom or desireto…
By: Summer Kim Reflections From within,It feels cold and smooth,Reflecting everything and everyone From above,It’s a flat silver rectangleLying quietly on the floor,Reflecting the ceiling and the sky From below,The world tilts and shifts,Light changes,And the ceiling seems far away…
By: Peter Aronson The world was weighing heavy on Bert Stein, grabbing and twisting his mind, bending him sideways. He was having trouble thinking straight. There was no poker game that night on the commuter train leaving New York City,…
By: Damion Hamilton Imagination All the things that i haveAll the things i have imagined Those things can fill books moviesNetflix series All these things i have imagined You said and did but didn’t really didn’t do But all those…
By: Cynthia Pitman Had there but been an Oracle sitting atop Fifth Mountain, I might have been warned: It is not the touch, it is the reachthat holds us captive –the gnawing ache that propels the handto stretch, to seek.That…
By: Jim Bates Ragged shoreline wavesCrashing relentless poundingSymphony so grand. All along the coastPowerful waves poundingCarving the shoreline. Pebbles on the shoreFluffy feather tumblingBlown by the wind. Booming and crashingMagnificent thunderingWild waves exploding. Rocky woodland trailEvergreen pine tree forestScent of…