By: Jim Bates Deep forest strollingSunny skies blue asters bloomSuch serenity. Rocky granite gorgeCascading river echoesWildly roaring bliss. Solitary singerSongs sung with heartfelt passionVoice transcending. Walking pine tree woodsSkirting nefarious rootsHappily hiking. Stoney beach agatesPebbles swirling reddish huesWonder of eons….
By: Richard LeDue “September Again” Trees painting pictures with their leaves,leaving us to ponder where they hidetheir paint brushes, or why we turnthose colours into bright remindersof approaching winter and another summerlost, but some are lucky and just stare,blinded by…
By Taylor Dibbert He’s atHighland BooksWith his momAnd he comes acrossAn enlarged print bookAnd he lovesSeeing these wordsOn the pageEverything lookingSo accessibleSo easy to read. ### Taylor Dibbert is a writer, journalist, and poet in Washington, DC. “Rescue Dog,” his…
By John RC Potter “Help! I’m Dead!” Those chilling words rose into the clear blue-sky skies and bounced off the rosy-hued heavens on a farm in southwestern Ontario one early summer’s morning in the mid-60s. At the shrill lament,…
By: Sam Barbee Glimpse Eros I crave new ecstasies,pursue passion beyond the smooch.Let obsession bypass innuendo –bones quivering beneath skin.Sweat rather than sonnets. Dismiss passive liaisons leavingwrinkles, in a palace trimmed with pillows.A realm to be content with candles and…
By James Aitchison Dictionaries tell us that Utopia means a place of ideal perfection. They also offer a secondary meaning: an impractical scheme for social improvement. Crushing poverty, social inequality and defeat in war drove thousands to start new lives…
By: Bruce Levine Focused on infinity Without clear-cut definitions Prolonged anxiety Created by hyperbole Society regulated By rules imposed Without the consent Of the governed Fragmenting the populace Into antagonistic segments Making demands Solely on their own behalf The squeaky…
By: Michelle Murray Standing On the Edge Standing on the edgeTeeteringTotteringTrying not to fall offIt’s a balancing actStep rightThen step leftSoftlySlowlySo as not to slipSwinging my arms to balanceLike a circus actTrying to stay onTrying not to fallTo fall would…
By: Gabi Probst Totality – 4/9/24 In the background, I like to thinkthe light of mine you stifle(cosmic coincidence)twinkles to be beautifulremembered for our storiesbrushes of bright reachout over dark canvasmomentous in my narrativetypical in yours? you movelike any other…
By: Carl Papa Palmer her hips move in tunewith her hands keeping timesigning words of his songsto the rhythm of his rhyme him rapping on her righton the stage with his micvoicing verse to the deafthru her signing on his…