By: Jim Bates Day cold sunshine brightOut and about people smileSun wins every time. Brutal northwest windEars freezing beneath wool capWinter’s deadly game. Icy rain fallingInside warm with hot chocolateHappily sipping. Mellow evening sunNovember sky soft and greyLike a kitten’s…
By: LEGEND BARD on a path that’s zigzaggedwe chase wisdom, minimum and maximum.with each step, you grow a memorycloser to our truth we’ll be. but most not be enlightenuntil you do journey to itwhich most have many patiencein the seized…
By: Bruce Levine Fantastical Isolated reality Steampunk societies Projecting a vision Graphic novel drawings And cardboard cutouts Dollhouse furniture Arranged horizontally Creating illusions Of futuristic fantasies In parallel dimensions Bridging gaps of Reality and fiction Time warps Sucked into black…
By: James Aitchison Death’s delicate silence,as soft as butterflieson clouds, rewards us all.We are all eternal.Who has time for fear?In the quiet mind,it does not exist.No man is bound to this earth.Shed the past and your soulwill dance to a…
By: Paweł Markiewicz Hydranoblest daydreamarray of wingthe swamp remains enchantedwhen the homeplace is ablazeand I like the marshes veryI wish Apollo’s grace lingered so nicelydelectation Dionysusgallant dreameryparagon of neststhe bog abode becharmedwhen celestial habitat began sparklingand I cherish the bogs…
By: Paul Dickey What to Make of a Night? As I walked to your house,I tried not to get old.I concentrated on whatI was supposed to:the wine, the walk,what I would say to youwhen you greet meat the door and…
By Michael Lee Johnson Trail of Tears in the Snow Footprints in the snow, fresh.Will your divorce lawyers talkto Jesus this night—set me chain-free.Set you on your traveling ways.Searching, we’ll both be curiously searching.Even hell has its standards burn with…
By: Lahari Mahalanabish The seamen swing,in fatigued, fevered relish of the cradling in infancy,couched in their threadbare hammocks,the ship plunges into the reshaping trough of wavesspooned towards the sandy dash with a green rumpleon the horizon, to fill in the…
By: Bruce Levine Counting snowflakes As winter lingers Framing the landscape Like the sash of a window Frames the glass panes Divided lights Outlining snowdrifts As the lines on a calendar Divide months into weeks and days The season progresses…
By: Cynthia Pitman i. The Predator and the Prey: Severe Depression Agony prowls the streets tonight,seeking easy prey.My gnawing hopelessnessputs me at risk.I have sought refuge,but all doors have slammed tight.Thus I, too, crawl the night.From bin to bin,I hide…