By: Marion Horton There was a nursery rhyme gallop of a nearby train.Dum, diddle-um, racing to be on time.In her head, time stopped, then turnedto walk in its own shadow. Back, way back,to Ride a Cock Horse , that children’s…
By: Alex Andy Phuong Open closeUp and downDoing more than whatOne already knowsMade of glassOr metallicYet neverRemain staticElevate oneselfAnd avoid the problematicBecause everything goesEventuallySo lift oneselfSincerely
By: C G Ward Acts Count Orsino opened TwelfthNight with a high kickthat nearly cracked the sky,his declaration of if musicbe the food of love… almost distracting mefrom the distance between us.Almost. I had to hold your handto know you…
By: Paweł Markiewicz The springtide wakes up not only in dreams.The snowdrops blooming in the moony garths.One listens the propitious paradise.The dearest graylag geese coming in flocks. I think of genus Primula from afar.The wild boar piglets were born in…
By: Gregory J Powell Hamartia Son of John,Animal’s eyes;Sees the wold,And never cries. Daughter of Heaven,And daughter of Earth;Already present,At History’s birth. Yesterday is merely a tutor,Aorist future;The trees blur to become the jungle. Immortality in retrospect,Past imperfect;She alone remembers…
By: K. A. Williams I Missed the Snow Most winters there is enough snowfallfor sledding and building snowmen.And the glistening snow is so brightunder the nighttime orange sky, you cansee everything outside like it is daylight.This past winter, there was…
By: Angela Moore Broken Podiums Anxiety glides over frost bitten emotions.Skimming her internal rink caked with cracks.Scraping to and from with cruel indifference.And synchronized with melodic cries of defeat.A truly haunting performance starring….A shattered skater.Desperately eyeing fool’s gold on broken…
By: John Grey FOR PROTECTION You’ve been instructed not to run.Or scream. Or fight.Just talk.Appeal to his better nature.Or act crazy.Pretend you’re a pigeonwith a broken wing.Gobble gobble gobbleand make believeyou can’t raise your right arm.Or say something likeGod is…
By: Dominic Tarpey Bastille Day 1941,I was living in Pau.My future father-in-law spoke often of his confidencein Petain. I met Suzanne the day beforeBastille Day 1940 and again on that day,and daily thereafter. In March 1942 our child was born.My…
By: Chandra Shekhar Dubey The door opened ajarShe pushed into the hall like a mermaid diving deepinto sea wading through theplatter of pearls and row of hedgesburning, blushing like glow worm.She enters flinging her hairpeeing into her mobile screenthe lovely…