By: Ryan Quinn Flanagan I stood outside the hockshop along Richmond watching the many old men come and go. Departing as I once did, one after the other, their heads lowered in their chests even though it wasn’t cold, ashamed in…
By: Charlotte Choi Looking in the mirror Seeing a cherry blossom still a sapling Wanting to see the petals grow and fall Blossoms being to develop As I continue to wait Wanting to see the petals grow and fall Looking at…
By: Malini Misra She craved for what she hadn’t seen, She craved for love she hadn’t been, She dreamed of a picket fenced home, with two children and a dog, Little did she know life could also be an adventure, She…
By: JD DeHart Enter the persona, because I don’t like being skewered by eyes classic introvert Wise cracking, is it too much wit again? or what passes for wit? I’ve got a heavy message, three bags full, full of data-riddled…
By: JD DeHart I’m not sure where the world stands anymore, old beliefs have fallen like slate sliding into boiling tense ocean I’m not two weeks ago me I’m not sure what the heavens make of this, if they look…
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…