By: Milt Montague harken to this tale of a friend of a friend……. home from the terror of the war scarred from many wounds almost whole again facing life alone disgusted with civilization it’s wars and politics posturing and outright…
By: Mendes Biondo I dreamed of us and we were two and we were many we called each other with the name of a people I dreamed of our steps the sand in the eyes the drinking finished into water bottles…
By: Balu George If you look at social network profiles, People are happy and upbeat one day, Sad and downcast the next day. I guess that is how life is. Joy arises, grows and dies, To be replaced by sadness,…
By: April Mae M. Berza There is a love for the mother of metaphors but is there a metaphor for a mother’s love? Kian’s mom is an OFW who cried all day and mourned all night when the premature news about…
By: Ryan Quinn Flanagan juke into the end zone juke the music out of boxes I find it hard to believe the government toppled over without a little help, usually from other governments, your frenemies are most helpful that way (I…
By: Ryan Quinn Flanagan Your eyes are cove familiar binoculars of a particular leering dilated sentiments from broken mason jars the centuries between us a simple jump rope nobody can seem to master and you are not dead because my mind…
By: Andrew Openshaw We’re in a decadent spiral He claims. How dare you threaten all we’ve made With your lousy, languishing, Liberal ways. Look around you man, There’s no experience here. Granted there is a lot of Fear But entertainment…
By: Andrew Openshaw Beyond the realm of the insane Lies a place for those who Wait. A fated chasm, behind the Eyes, where burning fires radiate. It is there the wheel of thought Transcends, life’s objective view Stops and ends —…
By: Keith Moul “Modern travel: convenient speed”: Railroad Promotion latter 19th century. Amid squeals cattle came along as well. Destined to the center of stink, ever rising, to be butchered, rendered down to hooves. Miasma grew inland from Lake Michigan, emitted…
By: Keith Moul Across the bow blows a divine wind, the kamikaze. A battle at sea teaches us about God; and God burns His image in the minds of the living; God incinerates the dead, so often leaving boiling blood as…