By James Aitchison Nassau, the Bahamas. 8 July 1943. It was after midnight when Sir Harry Oakes, aged 68, one of the world’s richest men, was murdered with a silver ice pick from Simpsons-in-the-Strand. It punctured the side of his…
By: Dan Holt Listening to Leonard Cohen Listening toSongs Of Love And HateTrying to writePoetryThat serves the moment I’ll neverWrite like thatI’ll neverSing like that Every wordMeasuredFor it’s worthSang in thatDeliberate voiceWith allAnd noneOf the emotionAt the same time Finger…
By: Greg Wood Disappearing in God if you sensea certain shinein the shadowsof the trees, you may bea sufilightlyspinningacross thechessboardmirror ofearthand sky. or a sageimmersed inwindswept presence:the beginningof what wasand stillis onenessof being theshine inthe shadowsof the trees. Finding Chris…
By: Cedar Dev To Debra, my girlfriend Your chocolate-tinted cheeks,Are waiting to be kissed.I can see all of humanity,Resting under your eyes,I’ll be your cushion,Sit on meYou be my food,I will eat you,From your forehead to soft feet-Your African body….
By: Paweł Markiewicz It’s a late and warm autumn.The wind gathered leaves up on the roofof the marvelous tavern.The seagulls heralded a memory – an initiation.The old pensioner-captain drank the intoxicant,like the ambrosia of the life.The female pirate Mary mentionedher…
By: Jim Bates Winter’s frigid songCold wind howling through bare treesWindswept melody. Clear cold winter nightDome of stars bright and immenseStarlight streaming bliss. Out comet huntingSaw instead a soft sunsetMagic in the sky. Winter afternoonSunlight hanging suspendedAlmost whispering.
By: Bruce Levine Christmas festivalsYuletide games and mistletoeEggnog and rum punch Christmas sights and soundsOrnaments hung on a treeLaughter in the air Christmas tree lightingsGatherings in the town squaresStores and streets festooned Riding through the snowSleighs festooned with Christmas bellsTinsel…
By: James Aitchison (A reflection on the Bondi Massacre,Sydney, 14 December 2025) It waits outside your door.Let hate in and it spreads itstendrils, reaching intoevery word you speak,into every thought you have.Like a snake, hate spreadsits venom with skill,striking down…
By: Don Tassone Andrea sat propped up in her bed, looked around her room and wondered where she was. Nothing looked familiar. She felt lost. But then her eyes lit up. “I see it!” she cried. “What’s…
By: Benjamin Thorne In Silence (Quaker Worship) In the silence of the Meeting,a settled stillness falls;push aside the sounds of shifts in seating;heed your leading when it calls.Sink into that deeper feelingof solitude and unity,thresh over those thoughts wheelingthat threaten…