By: G. Louis Heath The sky that Sunday spring evening Curdled burnt-orange and salmon pink Against a canopy of blue, a motley sky Over fugitive snow, so evanescent as to Defy my sense of what is. Snow takes Its leave,…
By: Lynn White We were the pure gold people. The golden generation of bouncing baby boomers who had it all, the best music, the most fun and the security and optimism of a golden future. Now we have had our…
By: Lynn White These people here, those people there. What do they know. What do they care. What will touch their little lives, to move them, shake them, disarrange them. What will pinch them, wake them, make them sit up,…
By: Lynn White What shall I be, soldier, sailor, clown, maybe. Grey suit, or blue, tailored jacket, short skirt. Hippie, maybe. Now there’s a uniform! Everyone different, not conforming. But, wearing the same signs, the signifiers, of non conformity. The badges…
By: Gaither Stewart A five-meter tall resplendent Quadriga sculpture tops the Brandenburg Gate in Berlin, the Arc de Triomphe in Paris, the Wellington Arch in London, The Bolshoy Theater in Moscow, the Victor Emmanuel Monument in Rome, and other important…
By: Kimberly Potter Kendrick My mind, body weary Fitful sleep night after night I hear her calling me Unable to determine from whence comes her voice Echoing through my mind Through tall weeds I thrust Against the current I swim…
By: Grant Guy His eyes have nothing to say to the world And they are very happy that way thank you very much His eyes have turned a dead man’s eyes Looking at us and away from us If they…
By: Grant Guy I drink hard enough when I am sober And I burn all my bridges And I know there’s a woman out there Who loves me & I will never love her This is known facts to me But…
By: Grant Guy I am a nowhere I am everywhere I am with you from your first breath to your last I am with for your needs I have no hand to lend I am not your friend I don’t give…
By: Linda M Crate do you know what a relief it is to be free? probably not as you’ve always been a slave to your own desires and your lusts splintering into the skin of dreamers with your nightmares, but…