By: J.W. Kash You meet so many people in life You see so many things You hear so many promises and plans Vision and Ideas Projects, trips, collaborations, art, dreams Oh yes yes yes Words words words I am guilty…
By: Denise Marques Leitão No, no. I’m not aiming for some pre-established aesthetic. I want to be willing to be ridiculous, pathetic. Tear away all these layers that have never kept me safe. Why lacquer my words then? Instead, I’ll speak…
By: Denise Marques Leitão My wish, my wish, my wish is to be wise like water, supple like water, strong like water. My wish is to flow and never stop. Float to the skies, move with the wind, then fall and…
By: Robert A. Davies Some with blank faces human and not – these figures I see as I lie in bed prepared to sleep – figures that fade dissolve into walls. Circling in the dark skimming my head — crimson dragons,…
By: Robert A. Davies In our warmest winter ever a winter with many dry days my friend misses the rain that winter rain constant so constant that we scream for an occasional sunny day and then for the usual week of…
By: Robert A. Davies I lay among the trees. It was a soft fall but I just stayed there listening to the river, gazing at pieces of sky. I had once found a deer nearby its head and neck gone. Each…
By: Kimberly Potter Kendrick Sanity or insanity Is everyone identical? Permeated with secrets of denial Filled with pain Are people truly happy? Bursting with joy Are there others like me? Simply perplexed by life Is it only me that crawls…
By: Kimberly Potter Kendrick Lantern flickers The minute light diminished by raging winds Blackness fills the room Hope thrived, rapidly vanished Breathing arduous The demon attacks Flirts with the mind Reality petrifying Evasion unviable Frantic, defenseless Desperately clawing at the…
By: Kimberly Potter Kendrick The key discovered Unlocking the cell Risking everything 800 miles traveled Oppressed life absconded Fiercely independent; necessity and choice Content with singleness Fashioning a home Passions aroused Repression of the truth no longer Poetry of the…
By: Richard Luftig A river needs descent of an eighth of an inch per mile to produce a flow, and if that is the case, our river probably fails—Henry David Thoreau This river has nowhere special to go and all…