By: Ute Carson My wife and I occupied this house for 55 years.My parents restored it following the Great Depression.We have shared the cooking, the cleaning,kept the yard trimmed and the roses flourishing.When the sun streams through our tall bay…
By: Jordan Zuniga The mustering of the forces, the gathering of strength,The call to arms upon the realm of France, increase the territories length!The kneeling for the honor, the placing of the crown,The swiping of the treasure and the mocking…
By: Emily Pain PainBurningAll overI am ironBeing smeltedBecoming strong and beautifulUnlike the rock I came fromAll because of the pain ### Lifeless Dead rosesWilted violetsDeceased daisiesLifeless flowersIs what makes up my gardenRotting nowMaggot foodGiving birth to new lifeThis is my…
By: Alex Andy Phuong Inspect introspectionLook into oneselfSee what lurks beneathBequeath an enduring legacyUpon an ever-changing worldFor even as time passes byPeople can still defy the skyAnd never need an alibiFor being whom they truly areFor everyone really is a…
By: John Grey I’LL HEAD HOME SOON BUT NOT YET Near dusk,shadows roll across the lake,but I refuse to give my bodyback to bone and muscle,not now when I float amid sun-sparkles,ripple the waters with my fingers,almost trap tiny slithering…
By: Selina Whiteley Tears of the Ariege, July 2012 The irradiated and toxic sun shinesagainst the agillate gulley, the discontinuous strata,like those misquoted, askew lines when you tryto quote Baudelaire. Gadolinium and radioisotopesglint on shale, like angry words in a…
By Sheila Henry How can I ever be a poetwhen destiny has not yetknocked at my door!Muses show up daily, tho, asking“What you gonna pen today slacker?”Sounds muffled by cobwebs blocking my mindonly blankness appears on the pageinvisible are my…
By: Linda M. Crate your heroes are my villains dressed in black,they think:oh, must be a villain— but most of the heroesin my life wear black you can’t trust thosewho wear whiteno one is innocent anddriven pure as thesnow, and…
By: James Aitchison Why did I write a particular poemon a particular day?What strange convergence of forcessuddenly came into play? Did I catch words as they fell free from God?Were my thoughts plucked from the sky?If so, I am grateful…
By: Rajiv Khandelwal The Greek-Roman God Janus Pondered all plus and minus Plans…