By: Ute Carson Stars in the Night I remember many delights. Riding my mare bareback across a meadow. My naked toes brushing the tips of dew-moistened grass. Waking up in my lover’s arms, feeling my heart race. Cradling our baby,…
By Mickey Kulp The bird on the wire The bird on the wire watches me trapped in traffic, caged, going nowhere. I pound the steering wheel, furious at the delay. The bird on the wire has a full belly for…
By William T. Hathaway “Obey me or die!” the orange-haired man threatens the world. “My drones know you’re home, and my missiles don’t miss. I’m Commander in Chief, CinC for short. I’ll sink you into the sea, fry you crisp,…
By: Channie Greenberg Daffodil Cream or gold vanity, expressed during fleeting weeks of wet and sun, You couldn’t work past life’s expectations when your ephemeral nature Limited your seasons. Hence, higgledy-piggledy, you grew on hillsides, In meadows, in middens’ depths,…
By: Jay M Peace A Chance: Hit by wild winds in a forest, Oh, perfidious dance, Of a dark moon, In an unfathomable trance. No speechless birds we, Nor with broken wings, Nay, mirthless in sorrow, In flight, our proud…
By: Ian Fletcher Closing Time He died quite suddenly one winter’s morning a man not in his prime yet taken before his time in an unexpected demise. After the funeral in the rain we gather at his local haunt to…
By: Michael Lee Johnson Cracker Jack Box Poem I don’t wear my pocket watch anymoreit reminds me of my age, 73, soon more,outdated gadget, time hanging wheremoving parts below don’t belong nor work anymore.I don’t like to think about endings….
By: Anupama Mishra In my tranquil mind, I don’t know the reason For what my heart is happy And also do not know the cause of the sadness. The joy comes but doesn’t last long Alas,the sorrow is much familiar…
By: Anadi Naik My daughter goes to school Dangling her pony tails carefully meshing up her hair She picks up her books in her backpack And starts walking. She walks to the school. It is a ritual. Like many generations…
By: Anupama Bhattacharya A Conversation Between Father and Son Son, we all are at war Some for finance Some for romance Most with Chance Between anima-animas. Papa, “Why do we battle?” Not for victory or prosperity, my son. But surely…