By: George Freek LATE AUTUMN AFTERNOON (After Tu Fu) Those distant cloudswill soon be overhead,bringing rain or snow.The flowers will be dead.Squirrels play mindless games.It’s what suits their brains.Flowers and squirrelsare soon past their prime.But as I drink my wine,I…
By: Galen Cunningham Wasp Stings Wasp sting litanies across hairs strongenough to twine earth and hell;wings with wind strong enough to takeroofs off the stone baked houses.Their needling alarm will wakeone’s senses to the burning sun,leaving a thick and red…
By: Carl “Papa” Palmer Icicles always fat at their topstapering down toward the ground,time frozen in melted dropsfrom eaves around the town.They drip in the day,refreeze at night,melt away,out ofsight
By: Enrico Barigazzi. The last time i’ve seen you The fall has come bearing down on my shouldersthe forgotten regrets concealed into a casket full of summer sandand your eyes have been twinkling inside my memoriesas stars in a dark…
By: Angela Moore Your True Worth When you can’t see your worth.You crave fames decadent reprieve.To melt the emptiness within.Bask in the spotlights warm glow.Though it only illuminates the damage they’ve done.To such a beautiful soul.Who was and will always…
By: Chandra Shekhar Dubey Memories sprout like cactusthat I planted in my potsoft,spiky shoots tender as nightremind me of coarse fabrics of your cloththat I dared to touch unmindful of pricksand oozing droplets of blood on my tips.Yellow bulbs of…
By: Stephen Kingsnorth A Faith Community gathers, Conwy Hill, Wales A ruby line, massed silver birch,the purple-plumed ice stalagmites,the russet bracken canvas backed,warm signs, green-bottle conifers,the cold winds ever interrupt. Atop near hill, in silhouette,some branches, high-sky summit stand,an upturned…
By: Stephen Mead Mummifying Orchids will preserve the nectar,lilacs, the ointments of sachets layering wrappingsas I ripen more sweetly that I ever did in life.That was my charade then, a bouquet in the voice,a stamen in each eye, & my…
By: James Aitchison Sleet-bleak days,Nights like black lakes,Storms stoop low,Scraping hilltops.All the world is brittle now,And all the peopleStick figures in the snow.Such is winter:The colourless chillAwaiting the warmth ofWords and love.
By: Obadia Laizer Let me and you Let me and you,be genuine lovers,good example to others,who pays attention to our love,and surely be influenced,by its persistence. Let me and you,embrace unity,and perpetuate harmony,nice words from our tongues,be part of our…