By: Bruce Levine Feasting on a breakfast of worms A robin hopped across the wide expanse of lawn. The rain, over-night, had awakened the worms And brought them to the surface. A dog sniffed the grass and gazed at the…
By: Rakev Gemechu Glory to Him We sit in a circle, arms folded tight,feet beating the earth like it owes us something.The sun isn’t gentle; it burns our soles darker,carves white lines across skin like old scars.My feet, still smooth,…
By: Richard LeDue “The Meaning of Life Haunts Empty Rooms” I can understand why people listento Mozart, and although he died long ago,he left something much more alivethan a ghost, and I also know whysome people conversewith empty rooms,letting their…
By: Bruce Levine Now post avant-gardeNew directions are open Choosing a new path Polytonal daysBuilding on tonalityResolution found
By: James Aitchison The words inour heartneed nointerpretation.They are the truth.All men hear them,and each must decidehis course… In strength, onefinds gentleness;fear has fled;peace replacesconfusion andextends time.The rush of theearthly fades intosilence.And silence isabsolute.
By: James Aitchison How we long for control,for ordered lives,neatly wrapped days,tidy packages tied withpredictable string.But I see nothing tidyin Nature; no straight lines,nothing the same shape,the same size; nothingeasy, nothing smooth.And I love it! The road isforced to follow…
By: Carl “Papa” Palmer light around the edge of the blinds5:30 I hope 6:30 I guesseither way I need the bathroomhoping there’s time to get back in bedfor at least another hourbefore 7:30 alarm clock on the night tablenot wanting…
By: Guillermo Bowie Todo en la vida es pasajeroY Miguel De UnamunoNo fue el primero enConcluir toda ramificada conclusión de este sentido De haber mencionadaLa realidad abruptada en ser pasajeraRelatarla con la brevedadDe algunos días expirados en la obelisca llamada…
By: Jim Bates Springtime country walkStrolling under sunny skiesSoaking up the sun. Springtime seeds fallingSwirling on a southern breezeScattering like dreams. Springtime breeze blowingDucks dabbling on rippling lakeBobbing happily.
By Deen Sayeedin Root summons me forth“Say, embrace with me”Abruptly the sound arises in the air“No, no, no”My entrance waversThe soul in in fluctuation Bringing dreadfulnessThe sound comes forwardWith darkness Swiftly with sword,Root says“Let’s fight”FightOn and onMe, being a vapor,Mix…