By: Kindaka Jamal Sanders To Grieve and to Love To grieveAnd to love.To believeand to fail.As we grieve for the world,Who grievesfor the children in us?As we believe in the world.Who will believe in the realness in us?To be deceived And still…
By: Brian Michael Barbeito Cabbie He drives through the highways and the inner roads. He is older now, and lived in Michigan. In fact, Michigan must have been his hey day, speaking colloquially, for he mentions it a lot. We…
By: Jim Bates Orange maple leaves glowFloat down beneath a blue skyLike flaming feathers.***Burgandy sumacFiery in day’s last lightWarming to the soul. *** Rolling Bluff CountryBurnished hills of siennaLifts a heart to joy. *** Brilliant fall shorelineReflected in a calm…
By: Brian Michael Barbeito Songs of Love and Mourning, 4:07 on the Clock, Kaleidoscope Travel Observations Princess America and the Desert Wind The bus goes through the desert beige and I fall quickly and quietly in love with the world…
By: Bruce Levine The lethargy of summer lessensAs fall breezes begin to arriveSubtle changesMarking off days on the calendarYet roses bloom and trees stay greenA lovely timeFilled with expectationFall festivals highlighting the seasonTransitions of time and placeSymphonies of light and…
By: John Grey AT BLAKE’S FUNERAL We were wrongto think that we werefull of meaningand that the problem wasthat we just couldn’texpress ourselves. No, we were zombiesmarching in stepwith a casket, doingour best to hold ontowhat was already lost to…
By: Ray Whitaker REDISCOVERING LOST WORLDS A waterfall plunges hundreds of feetdown into a chasmonly flown into by hummingbirdsthey dip into the edges of the cascading waterand slipping thru the rainbows of red, blue, yellow and purpledown there. Green vegetation…
By: KJ Hannah Greenberg Zindzi peeled, washed, and then diced four onions. She added them to a pan. Thereafter, she washed and diced three tomatoes and added those vegetables, too. As they stewed, she checked, washed, and diced generous handfuls…
By: Brenton Booth Ignis Fatuus What a special periodit was. Living in aminiscule apartmentin the red-light district.Without family. Withoutfriends. Withoutfemales. Without sex.Just books, books–books! And the beliefI would be as greatas the authors of thoseincredible works.Magical years standingmiles ahead of…
By: Ramlal Agarwal The Shadow Lines by Amitav Ghosh takes its readers back and forth from Dhaka to Calcutta to London, from the past to the present, with a gathering of characters from three countries and three generations who connect…