By: Edward Ahern There’s something about power That draws the worst of men, and puts their aberrations on magnified display. There’s something about supporters who vote for a defective yet claim to own what’s right, and cope in the surreal….
By: Edward Ahern I cannot force myself to fear a pleasant, sunny day, and yet that’s when most people kill people. Road rage, gang fights, bank robbery Car wrecks, drug deals, spousal slayings Suicides and matricides and random death. I…
By: Milt Montague eyes closed completely relaxed comfortably ensconced in recliner, feet raised air conditioning hummms ready for my next adventure floating up and away a thrill runs down my spine embarking upon a new experience I enter a vortex…
By: Milt Montague long long ago before men learned how to destroy our only source of life by their own stupidity…. lived two great empires the Egyptians and the Hittites of biblical fame more or less peacefully for many generations…
By: Tom Roth i reached over my head skimmed the counter with my hands thinking opened palms were up there waiting for me above the edge but a crockpot crashed on my head i cried not in pain but in fear…
By: Tom Roth I click my mouth and clap my hands over the cold barbed wire fence and they look at me like I am the Holocaust. They have conversations with their big black eyes, asking if I am aware of…
By: Mahinour Tawfik Like east and west is awake and conscious The power of mind couldn’t be less ominous If the slave transcends taking over his master Swirling back and forth from before to after When all but now is a…
By: Mahinour Tawfik One is born in the quest for love But what’s love but pain and woe Painters and poets all speak of Before the end, most drown below Diamond stars in dreamy skies Raindrops falling on cupid’s arrow Thunder…
By: Kate Noble Neptune, distracted, casts his merciful eye over a goodly realm and – held in that instant – likes what he sees, Wool-fat sheep aside angle-gnarled trees sprinkled through grey-grit peaks of bracken-brown slopes, And passingly visions need of…
By: Kate Noble If you thought for a moment some guy sits on high And pulls at our tensed strings from lofty cloud skies To choose in an instant who lives or who dies Or how someone acts in the blink…