By: Richard D. Hartwell Thanks. Here’s to you. Did he ever regret taking off? No, I don’t think so. He never really talked about it much, or at least not about the beginning, if, in fact, there was a beginning. Most…
By: Richard D. Hartwell Sitting here at the VA listening, more than ten wars’ worth of lives and lies told by veterans, wondering sometimes how much of what I hear is really the composing by memory-makers from years ago, or…
By: Sam Rapth In the wide space, those rocks that are seen by naked simple eyes are called stars… Much like the celebrities… The question is why, so simple, are the eyes?…
By: Jim Piatt Do you hear it, the hushed misshapen rhythms inside the songster’s poetic head? The chords he pens now only a cryptic cacophonous array of black and whites plummeting downward from saddened eyes: His muse, dead now, lying…
By: Jim Piatt Reports of new battles flow inward, Like shards of splintered glass they Awaken heartbreaking feelings, My heart cries out in dismay Amidst the furor of finite time, Tears stream down my cheeks, Bitter information about new wars…
By: Bejoy Balagopal The swirling gust raged hard against us; Like it had a score to settle from yore. The clouds, dark and angry, pelted their might, Was the searching, intense sky thirsty for more? With strength draining away, I held…
By: Bejoy Balagopal To glide across the desert of unsaid dreams, Like a bird untouched by the burden of flight, What would it take for that lil girl To savor that broken tunnel of light. To waltz on the enticing warm…
By: Linda M. Crate Let me just say here and now that I loved John Green’s The Fault In Our Stars lest you get the crazy idea while reading this review that I do not. I can definitely say without…
By: Riley Eleanor It’s six twenty-two in the morning and the last time I was up this early was four years and ten months ago. You see, this sunrise will be the last I will view in San Francisco, perhaps the…
By: Riley Eleanor March mourning mornings are punc-tu-a-ted By letters that look like consolations, Congratulations that sound like condolences. Dreams die when we let them So I pulled the plug on my Electrocuting hopes. I never wanted to feel Simultaneous…