By: Steve Lightbody Sonnet no. 16 In fire’s dancing glow the summer shinesWhen sun is down and Bella Luna laughsWith silver warmth which dries the blind-man’s bathIn which we bathe when Earth to night inclines.When days grow long at solstice’s…
By Douglas J. Lanzo Dedicated to Vasiliy Lomachenko Commanding respect in the ringthroughout his entire career,with punishing precision,instilling opponents with fear; Two Olympic golds to his name,five world titles in three belts,a nearly unblemished recordthat 400 amateurs felt; Dubbed “The…
By: Christina Chin unbuttoning a red jacketladybird piercing dronesa twilight cicada keeps company buzzing around the fish stallsummer flies dodging the fan’s breezea fly swatter a falling preyrolls into the antlion’s trap crumbs laden convoyant trail night gardena spider accelerates…
By Paul Dickey “it is these wall you understanddear they paper thin and I’malways afraid we are fallingthrough the floors buy I amthe first to admit that Georgeon occasion comes home a bittoo drunk but who could bea better father…
By: Richard LeDue “Discombobulated Again” An old song sounds new again,taking me backto being in high school again,when I heard it for the first timeas we drove around with nowhere to goand believed the music wouldn’t ageus, but it did,so…
By: Debbie Tunstall My waist dips in like a cratered zit,starved from 21st century slimming. One chunk of chocolate- clanked between my teeth. I put on clothes that idealisea raging sea, But no one see’s.No one see’s. At home later…
By: David Sapp And That Was Enough Uncle WayneOwned Ron’s PizzaFed other peopleCheese and pepperoniPies for forty yearsAnd that was enough Uncle StanDrudged at Pond TireSwapping out other people’s tiresNew recap whitewalls snow tiresThen lugged heavy tanksOf propane to warmOther…
By Jim Bates Train whistle blowingClicitty clacking alongChasing the sunset. Hot summertime bluesHigh heat and humidityLike a sauna. Deep into JulyGardens bright in hot sunshineSummer in full bloom. Summertime sunriseHazy orange sun looks ominousHot heat kind of day.
By: Mohit Saini November lands like a sparrow on frosted stone,soft and sudden, with wings edged in fire,and the air tastes of woodsmoke and promises,like a story untold, heavy in the cold.Leaves lie scattered like echoes of summer,amber sighs on…
By: Tim Law Black, White, and Grey Black is black and white is whiteToo many people think that such is rightI am one to disagreeTo argue against society I choose not to just fit inTo see fat as fat, and…