By Michael Lee Johnson Trail of Tears in the Snow Footprints in the snow, fresh.Will your divorce lawyers talkto Jesus this night—set me chain-free.Set you on your traveling ways.Searching, we’ll both be curiously searching.Even hell has its standards burn with…
By: Lahari Mahalanabish The seamen swing,in fatigued, fevered relish of the cradling in infancy,couched in their threadbare hammocks,the ship plunges into the reshaping trough of wavesspooned towards the sandy dash with a green rumpleon the horizon, to fill in the…
By: Bruce Levine Counting snowflakes As winter lingers Framing the landscape Like the sash of a window Frames the glass panes Divided lights Outlining snowdrifts As the lines on a calendar Divide months into weeks and days The season progresses…
By: Cynthia Pitman i. The Predator and the Prey: Severe Depression Agony prowls the streets tonight,seeking easy prey.My gnawing hopelessnessputs me at risk.I have sought refuge,but all doors have slammed tight.Thus I, too, crawl the night.From bin to bin,I hide…
By: Carl Papa Palmer We watched birthdays of our grandsons in Nebraska this year,watched from Washington those there singing Happy Birthday,watched the boys blow out candles, watched them open gifts,watched those there get hugs and kisses which we most missed….
By: Bruce Levine Foolishness allowsStrains of laughter making songs Phosphorescent skies Lazy brooks and streamsTrout swimming by silentlyTranquil days and nights Living for todayEncouraging tomorrowThe future comes clear Yesterday is goneKeep looking toward the futureKeep moving forward
By: Lara Dolphin “Unsharp Masking the Mind” I found the resident facing a large sunny window seated at a tiny desk.Staff had staged it with paper, folders and pens to remind him of his office. I helped him to his…
By: Pawel Markiewicz The marvelous winter has comewith the most tender Christmas Eve Klaus Werner Swamp-Man awaits dreamaugust Moment is revealed Klaus a forester lives alonein a clear home amidst the grove In the evening praying by tablehe enjoyed freedom…
By: Tanmoy Dutta Gupta Your tranquillity remains untouchedA heaven, where time stands stillA scent of flowers whispers lowA gentle breeze that rustles the heart’s deep will In the moon’s silver glow, shadows softly fallA midnight hour, when darkness hears it…
By: J.K. Durick Walking in Late I’m running late, so I’m walkingfaster, walking faster and lookingat my wrist as if I have a watch totell me if I’m late or going to be late.Walking faster and watch watchingeven though I…