By: Carl Papa Palmer The old crabapple treeadorned spectacular withwhite blossoms last Mayby the main entranceof Sacred Heart Chapelnow a barren trunkof splayed gray brancheseach twined with stringsof bright points of lightin the cold snowy morningcelebrating this time of year….
By: James Aitchison Man, accept the pattern of life.Embrace the weatheringthat precedes happiness.Your hammering anger isbut a distraction.Know that the paths of men areintertwined, their feet havetramped the long centuries.Each journey brings new tests,as you progress to eachnew level of…
By Bruce Levine February daysEnd of winter comes closer Spring equinox nears Making year’s resolveJoyous days tobogganingLife’s journey renewed Harvest days are goneFireplaces filled with logsWarming heart and soul Squirrels gathering nutsBears catch salmon in riversFood stored for winter Deer…
By John RC Potter The legend goes there was a prophet or perhaps a pilgrim,who wandered the biblical lands many moons ago;he predicted what had happened after the flood.A soothsayer or charlatan we will never know,but he wrote his visions…
By: Brian Michael Barbeito I go through from inside to the outside deck via the automatic doors of an impossibly large ship. Just beyond handsome wooden slats biege that meet white painted wrought iron dividers topped with a teak rail,…
By: James Aitchison Having silence in your mindgains you eternal wisdom.See in your soul the lifeyou have constructed.See it with your eternal eye.Sufficiently awakened,you can see all that has gone beforeand all that will come to be.Your inner self is…
By: JL Maikaho It is rainingSpring brings lifeTo the whole worldWhy am I dying? Breaking with first lightI sing you back to earthWhate’er dreams you dreamtI’ll sing you to quest i sang gleefullyas i brought afour-leaf cloverbut she screamed“wren, wren go…
By: Jeremiah Ogundele LITTLE DROPS OF SERENITY I hear the raindrops tapping lightly on the roof,A symphony of sound aloof,Slowly, rhythmically breathe it in,My thoughts in turmoil, like the dim. The world outside is bathed in grey,A fog that abides,…
By: K. A. Williams Look Underneath The Carpet What would I findif I ripped up the carpetand looked underneath?Sometimes I wonder ifit was worth it to ruin abeautiful wooden floorwith all those nailsjust so my feet couldbe warm in the…
By: Karen O’Leary where is love… when you cut paper dolls into his & hers where is love… when the joker is wild, leaving broken china cups where is love?