By: Bruce Levine Winter Images Winter windsand icicles at dawnParades of snowmenin family groupingsWrapped in scarvesand derby hatsHoliday grogand festive eveningsAs carolers serenadethe yuletide seasonFlasks hiddenin inside coat pocketsA nip againstthe cold winter chillFrozen lakesfiled with boats and skatersAnd fishing…
By: Neven Dužević Dream about a fish (from the fish trilogy) I used to throw netsMuch without reason and without gravityI was catching all sorts of thingsSmall and large-mouthed fishMonkfish from the depthsAnd eels from the shallowsSea cats graze the…
By: Sam Hendrian “Casualties” She was cursed with the rare giftOf etching tomorrow onto someone’s faceAs soon as the today she spent with themProved happier than every yesterday combined. Window-shopped at all the wedding stores within a hundred mile radius,Not…
By: James Aitchison It is never ours to condemn,lest we become the victim.The open mind knowsthe mystery of death.As time outlasts walls,so too the measured soulfinds freedom.Fear is the flamethat consumes trust;trust, next to love,the hardest human valueto give consistently.Believe…
(written while sitting in the Western NC forest in front of a beautiful horizontal oak) By: Carla Ramsdell (a physicists and tree hugger) Thank you for your life. There’s so much magic in the growth of your trunk and branches,…
By: Nandini Sahu Medusa I am Medusa, I merge with you, my myriad-minded-molten-man,my melic-moon-man. See the sunny side of our youth and middle ageand let us amalgamate with our hearts beating each to each. The melancholic sides of this mountain,…
By: Mykyta Ryzhykh The mouse gnaws timeThe train kisses silence The night seems surprisingly calmThe siren of the air alarm has become a habit *** pregnant with deathexecutioners withthe eyes of the nightgive birth to silence *** A gentle windРlays…
By: Daniel Moreschi As sunset paints a stage at the unwieldy mouthof Maracaibo Lake, sporadic breezes leadthe water’s surface, stirring swirls among the reeds,creating shimmered mirrors that reflect a shroud of gray, covertly brimming overhead. Though veiled,the Andes loom like…
By: Andrea Myinga. Where to look at,When the stars are dimming,And the sky isn’t appealing.Where to hide a face,When bones of courage are broken,And shame is chasing back.Where to find a trust,When friends have vanished with it,And heartache melt down…
By: Bruce Levine Far beyond the face Sounds coalesce No one knows how Or how they stream Into the subconscious They take no space And can’t be assembled Yet they do assemble Forming patterns Phrases and sentences One after another…