By: Neelam Singh The beauty of rain I behold Raindrops fall upon me Frost-bitten heart melting at the sound of rain Moments of pain exposed by the rain Joy, I see everywhere Oh! What a sight to see If only…
By: James G. Piatt The top of the pepper Trees glisten With a scarlet glow from Vanishing prayers, The Mission’s bell spire Gleams with a holy flame, Dim umbra’s exist below. Oh beautiful summer day, What will you bring and Leave…
By: James G. Piatt Beneath the shade of a Sycamore tree, looking at thoughts reflecting off the ripples of a blue pond, I hear the strident voice of a red headed acorn woodpecker tapping, “forget, forget, forget,” into the emptiness of…
By: James G. Piatt When I am probing for relief from dark days, my mind is fraught with the omens of a murky future, the sky is filled with dark thunder, and foreign deserts with rebellious cruelty, and the airways are…
By: Milt Montague poetry the ultimate language implying a multitude saying little shorthand a story simply told much left to imagination creative imagery cloaks an idea in protective camouflage a strong feeling held close briefly committed to paper words are…
By: Milt Montague when I was a child the world was dominated by the penny candy case highlight of the local candy store a large glass showcase featuring many glass shelves chock full of different candies all available at two…
By: Chuck Orloski At West Wing desk, Reince Priebus takes a weird (unsolicited) call from Donald Trump’s “old home boy” pal and summons the president to answer his phone. “Yo, it’s me, The Worm,” said Dennis Rodman, “remember me?” (a grumpy…
By: Denny E. Marshall Outward Wind Drawn to original candle Flame burnt out long ago Galaxies speed outward Insects in dark gravity wind Between wide arms of black Friends cold and darkness live Lurching in hidden shadows Constant birth of rips…
By: Kimberly Potter Kendrick There is a hole in his soul Existing at birth, crafted by life Recognizing his difference Remembering the loud noise, all the commotion, the sirens Hiding in a closet with his young brothers Why didn’t he…
By: Kimberly Potter Kendrick Squishing her head between two pillows Blocking both light and sound No tolerance for incessant chattering, the blaring television From her earbuds classical music play Distinct notes louder than she desired, her solitary weapon against the…