By: Ray Whitaker A TIMEPIECE I ask myself-it is a question thatI wake up with if we all go together,and the past isso distant as to be unseen those that pull us apartseem ‘way over therethat their influence seems subtle…
By: Anthony David Vernon Lost Count In Tulsa What’s the amount?There are plenty of waysTo count and count…& 3$ LaysI was running some numbers at the 7-11Thought I texted everybody on their birthdaysBut was off by twenty days *** Losing…
By Mary Bone Haunted Love Our eyes met across a crowded room.You had smoky azure tints with a gleam,reminding me of a blustery sky.I had never known such intensity.Today I am still haunted by our love.We have traveled light years…
By: Lorraine Caputo NEW YEAR DELAYED After yet-another-all-day rain, the Old Man Years cannot be set aflame. They are tossed in the trash, to be drowned in the yet-another-all-night shower in the midnight hour painted with fireworks sizzling in the…
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…