By: David Ogana It takes lots of guts To fight my father The father insect. knowing well, he is a butterfly, i leave him stick to my shirt to fly me east or west south or north or either west of…
By: Linda M Crate caught in a reflection of my past my fingers can’t break through the glass to the reality for i fear the pain of it, and i know i must overcome this nightmare if i’m ever…
By: Linda M Crate you try to tell me that i’m weak that i’m only a woman, only a girl emotions will always get in the way; but you don’t understand that loyalty, love, and compassion are strengths not weaknesses;…
By: Linda M Crate for so long i allowed myself to be haunted hunted, hounded by memories of the past that i refused to let go; they cut me like the shrapnel of your sharp words thrust into me like…
By: Sunil Sharma A piece of yellow Sun-light Glinting Outside the Apartment-window Of my son in Aarhus, Denmark, And The earlier glittering snow, Take me there Where I cannot Immediately go; I feel lifted up, Transported there, Instantly, And play in…
By: Robert Yee Throughout his literary career, David Herbert (D.H.) Lawrence wrote plays, novels, letters, and poems that elaborated upon his personal beliefs about society and opinions concerning his outlook on life. In particular, his collection of poems expounds upon…
By: Robert A. Davies A hummingbird is at the window! My heart beats an extra stroke. I watch it hover, dart bump into a blossom, my heart bumping also, Drone! elegantly fashioned to target tomorrow you or me.
By: Robert A. Davies tik tik, the winter wren answers. It comes closer tik holds still for me. I note its eye-brow, white black dots in a row on its brown folded wings — no visit complete without this tiny scene….
By: Holly Day She had perfect teeth, possibly because she never ate anything complicated, eschewed anything too spicy or heavy, or foreign, as she would never say aloud but we both knew what she meant when she watched me cook…
By: Holly Day I spent most of my pre-teen years in small towns in Nebraska, with parents who were hard-core hippies, and I was truly a product of my upbringing. I publicly despised television, which, of course, we did not…