By Ruth Z. Deming He is the last of the Porter Family. I hardly know him though I knew hisbrother Tom and his daddy, Luke.Drunks all of them.They live on the next street, a street that reminds us of a…
By: Chella Courington Athena to Arachne I can’t suppress envywhen your touch teases woolfingers long & agile twirling the spindle I warn youno mortal wins your bulls & birdsdivine debaucheries will succumb to my gods I shred your tapestrythread by…
By: Paweł Markiewicz the last autumn – beejust before epiphanybeehive fulfilled?bee looking at fallin the beehive – wingsand the timeless dreamed sparksmeek bees as heroesqueen bee in ruminationmarvel of buzzingan autumnal beesleeping or awakening – time?beehive as templefall adorationthe bee…
By: Carl Papa Palmer In her quest to become a trimmer chickRose chose this slick trick and got slimmer quickshe ate nothing at all‘cept soup sipped thru a strawwhile humming the lines of this limerick
By: A Byrd Called Bird Wheeling in a chaos-scapeShe flutters down the winding streetSlipping between the empty people,Before she turnsLike the hand bursting from the lakeCrowning clouds with glittering diadems of frozen pearlsBedecking them in the manner of dancing girlsThe…
By: Jamie Nguyen Pulora Court I walk up and down Pulora Court every turning day,once when the sun rears its laughing head, once when it dips beyond the dusky horizon. Twelve mismatched iclers, six perside, shaded by color pencils stolen…
By: J.K. Durick Desert I’ve never been on a desert, you know the kind,But I can picture me out in it. The sand as far asAs I can see, the intense sun, some wind swirlingAbout the sand, and there I…
By: Chandra Shekhar Dubey Rain, rain bringcoolness of your showersto scorched plantssilent and sultry.Rain, rain bringyour torrents to earthparched and thirstyin restless summerto sprout the grass,ferns and dry leaves.Rain, rain bringrelief to toiling farmersto put seeds to fieldsto grow cropsthat…
By: Bill Kamen Killin’ time, sippin’ a beerAt a boardwalk bar by the seaThe jukebox playin’ visions of loveMy mind drifts away to a girl on the beachSwayin’ to the sound of the wavesA glow on your face as bright…
By: Richard LeDue At Least the Dead Don’t Need To be Shushed My second job interview was easysince I had found a grantthat paid over half my wages,so I spent a summer in a libraryputting books back where they belonged,but…