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…
By: Oscar Navarro Dear Oscar, Since your father is always with you Appreciation for him you lose Enjoy every last moment You won’t be seeing him much. Leaving Colombia will shatter you You will have to start from scratch No friends,…
By: Clay Marcus Cosue Remember the bully who made fun of you all the misery he gave you I tell you eleven years from now, give him the southpaw You hated those mile runs one shove and he made you eat…