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…
By: Carl Papa Palmer We watched birthdays of our grandsons in Nebraska this year,watched from Washington those there singing Happy Birthday,watched the boys blow out candles, watched them open gifts,watched those there get hugs and kisses which we most missed….
By: Bruce Levine Foolishness allowsStrains of laughter making songs Phosphorescent skies Lazy brooks and streamsTrout swimming by silentlyTranquil days and nights Living for todayEncouraging tomorrowThe future comes clear Yesterday is goneKeep looking toward the futureKeep moving forward
By: Lara Dolphin “Unsharp Masking the Mind” I found the resident facing a large sunny window seated at a tiny desk.Staff had staged it with paper, folders and pens to remind him of his office. I helped him to his…