By: Steven Jakobi Deep snow stills the woods, ice sparkles in the morning sun, but the longer days are brighter and the wind is a bit kinder. The February sky is filled with the nasal chords of geese, the sonorous…
By: Pawel Markiewicz The Angels are flying in pairs through dreamy eternity the legendary fairies dreaming overnight the dwarfish primal world with a dreamed imagination the Leprechauns on the open sea Dream gull escapes with high tide Apollo’s wings in…
By: Peter Magliocco black caviar with leftovers trudge into the nightfall of hungry consciousness & taste fallen fruit left rotting from a long-ago banquet. your daughter is nearly eleven, her bare feet pad softly across the mausoleum floor where leftovers…
By: Aila Doyle Ignore the sound and fury. Read my lines. A desire to have a life, one combined. A sophic man, seeing into my soul. A woman afraid of losing control. Foolish girl, frightened and pulling away. Grasping to…
By: Pawel Markiewicz I Moment (1998) The moment flies like wind. It always ends. You can only remember it in thoughts, dreams and tears. The moment does not die, but it stays in its heart. In the bird and in…
By: Linda M Crate don’t want to lose you i guess you could call this broken thing in me a heart, but i always put the pieces back together differently after it’s been shattered; i know i won’t recognize it…
By: Constance Woodring Humans exist for only a zillion zillionth of a second, and yet there are those who cannot endure even breathing that brief air of the universe.
By: Alan Berger I certainly can’t blame you For throwing me out of our band Let us face the music I had a heroin addiction as big as the land Remember when they built that tour bus Just for our…
By: Aneek Chatterjee There is no footpath here homeless & hawkers have conquered all There is no clean air around Outdated engines have driven it out Sounds of bullets are the only heartbeats one can feel Blood takes mothers’ tears…
By: Lee Felty Maude, Clear As Day Old, she feeds the birds from her bare hands in winter. There are windows open and calling in the clouds. I have seen her concoct a bush with one store-bought rose. Today, her…