By: KJ Hannah Greenberg Virtue Signaling Publicly expressing opinions to demonstrate sagacious character is awfully fraudulent,A mockery of essential issues. One’s moral “correctness,” on matters seldom merits reader tillage, the likes of whichAre useless against woke mobs. Riffs rarely compensate…
By: J. B. Fite The Call Who calls to me in the morningAnd bids me then rise and followJust as the new day is dawning?Sloth-I would answer “Tomorrow”And sleep through the hours passingWith a hundred dreams all hollow. I do…
By Marieke Steiner It’s dark out with just a fingernail of moon and no real streetlights on over the backcountry roads the night I decide to put Chase, my ex-girlfriend’s dog, out to pasture. As soon as I get her…
By: Puneet Kumar It is Summer It is summerThe sun is roughI am on the streetFull of sweat I am thirstyI need waterI can’t find it hereI can’t bear it any longer I see an ice-cream parlorIt is not far…
By: Karen O’Leary I rest in tranquility,Meshed in peace.My heart embracesExternal paradise.Robins and bluebirds’Songs serenade me,Each slow step,Dancing with grace. Images, unspoiledNestle in harmony, Within my heart,Its refreshmentLonging to keepDancing instead…Life keeps meIntrenched inForever demands,Ever noisy cubes.
By: Jim Bates Summertime gardenFlowers so bright and cheerfulRefreshing the soul. Early morning dewDelightful Dancing DropletsSparkling in the sun. Dragonflies dartingThrough lush gardens reflectingSunset’s fading light. Deep blue turquoise skyBig white puffy clouds floatingSoothingly serene. Garden in full bloomBright scented…
By: Don Tassone I have a story I’ve never told anyone. I thought I’d take it to my grave, but dying changes the way you think. In the time I have left, I’m going to write it down. Maybe…
By: Srinaath Perangur Incarceration I have known who they aresince I was littleI’ve seen himlike this. Reading theEconomist. Hidden in his bag:littlebottles of vodka. Willfulit is a different kind of forgetting altogether.I search for himThree quarters of a blueberry muffin…
By: Jodi Nathanson I have read and re-read The Great Gatsby so many times that I can recite its lyrical and descriptive passages from memory. My first encounter with this classic of the Jazz Age was in high school in…
By: James Aitchison One of literature’s great mysteries concerns Miss Havisham in Great Expectations. Did the real Miss Havisham live in Sydney, Australia? And if so, how the dickens did Charles Dickens hear about her? Well, the first myth we…