By: James Aitchison You only haveyourself to fear.For all manner ofthings which areset downare set down.All tasks have beenchosen and dispensed,each according to theday and the time,and the self andthe mind.Turmoil exists onlyon the fringes,and knowledge of yourtrue self will…
By SAYEEDIN The hit of weapons : Intensification of misery.Intensification of the long-term agonies.The amplitude of the negative sensation.Reduction of the symphonic tones.Disclosure of the barbaric attitude.Declination of the holy strength of inner-sight.The collapse of the progressive farsighted outlook.An acquaintance…
By: Ute Carson Life-Giving Mana Breath in the steamfrom the empty cup between us,porcelaine-made, blue, gold-rimmed.Toss in your questions,not tea leaves,and let silence brewinto answers.Breathe easy, breathe freely,then fill to the brim with red wineand you are fully nourished. Sterntaler…
By: Eliza Mimski I am old.I am incontinent.I wear Depends.I am cognitive.My brain has problems.I am weakness.My legs wobble.I am arthritis.I fall down in the street.My knees are storms.I am old.I am incontinent.I am cognitive.But I’m still here.I’m very much…
By: Douglas J. Lanzo A Winner on Two Fronts 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…
By: Will Hemmer Life a folly as seen by others, Giordano, footprints upon the sand in a windy desert and for that you burn, Giordano, smoke rising in an acrid flume, as a psychic scream leaving the soul, some inchoate…
By: Tanzina Halim As I sit by you, I see clouds passing byRains dropping on the groundBirds flying in the distant sky every now and thenAnd the sound of vehicles and human voices soaring high.From time to time, the mobile…
By: Jim Brosnan Words Left on Scattered Pages I spend the nightreluctantly abandoningmy dreams. Whena pink swirled dawnarrives under scribbledclouds, my thoughtsintrude betweenmy lines of versewhile they hoverover a horizonof mature corn fields,while they hoverover a horizonof farmlandand wheat silos—scattered…
By: Debbie Tunstall Bark, snarl, moanDON’T howl at the moon,howl into charcoal nightwhere darkness hunts the hunted,Where consistency is metaphorbarking from the trees. Tip toe, nibble20lbs of everything,but when is wolf more than just a sheep?Or when ignorance asks,” how…
By: J.K. Durick Meteor Shower Sometimes they comestreaking down on melike that meteor shower,they promised us last night.It’s easy to picture, but hard to watch.Words, some whole some fractured,phrases and sentence fragments,pieces of half remembered quotationsall raining down,and there I…