By: Raymond Greiner The desert appears lifeless, void of color. No cathedrals only isolation, heat and blinding sun. One must hike the desert’s long trail to understand it. Hunker down on a […]
Cactus Flower
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Crying in a Lily Pad
By: Alexandra Călinescu Do you like crying? Do you enjoy that feeling you get after you cry? when your face is all so…wept and wet yet, somehow… pictorial… and your eyes dry […]
Rock
By: James Aitchison (after a visit to the Grampians, Australia) I came to unbreakable rock,Older than any on earth;Rock that could never be quarried,Rock that had gazed upon countryBefore any woman gave […]
‘Fuzzy’ and other poems
By: Cheryl Snell Fuzzy Today you must choose your pronouns. It should be a simple task but you are complex. Full of partial truths, once you were a stickler for grammar. Remember […]
‘Yes’ and other poems
By: Sweetest Summer yes a big fat yes to everythinga jolly yes to all of itwide open armsat the ready to embrace you allevery problemevery irritationeverything that should be differentblessing them one […]
A one-way ticket to misery
By Aishwariya Laxmi I thought I’d loved you foreverBut I realize it was never meant to be‘Coz you gave me sleepless nightsAnd acted in a way that hurt meIf you had meant […]
The Long Walk into the Oomph of Nature
By: Akintoye Akinsola The mesmeric colour of nature woke me up in the wee hours of morningSniffing its sweet odourI hold its face in delightThis magical feeling is that of ecstasyAs I […]
Rubber Face
By: Nicole Lynn Sometimes I remember your face looking like it was made of rubber. Smooth and supple, a canvas of silicone stretched tight over framework bones. […]
A Quiet Day in Cluny
By: John Frame An unexpected surprise greeted me that served to soothe my frayed nerves and allowed me to sleep easy for a short time. I received a letter from Andrew Carnegie. […]
Cathedral
By: Anthony Ward Charlie had stowed himself in the Cathedral. Not with any malicious intent you understand. It was just he thrived on experience. He liked to observe things in the unconventional. […]
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