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…

By: Richard Luftig prarie winds whistle their full-throat flutes. reeds catch like sobs in the night. baseline drift makes even barbwire beautiful. whole songs in C minor, the saddest key. if only I knew enough to sing the words.

By: Linda M Crate i grew up through the leaves and the branches of dead things where you left me buried in snow, and i know you’d like to think you had some sort of influence or power over me…

By: Linda M Crate “grow up” they told me rejecting my reality trying to get me to embrace their own, but i would never take their hand no matter how much they begged or pleaded or demanded; i’ve always had…

By: Wylie Strout His eyes tried to penetrate the grains of the paper. How he wanted to know. To know; to breathe and to know. To be knowing. To be a smartie; clever. His brain hurt. Maybe it was his…

By: Kimberly Potter Kendrick Teenagers playing grown-ups Immature judgement The mother’s daughter stolen by him A nest left half-empty Condemnation, the mother’s stance Fierce disapproval of him The mother begged her daughter Finish school Don’t rush “If it’s meant to…

By: M Spear I plan to bring them down by myself. They are an enemy like no other, no one knows their numbers. I can imagine their agenda because I have been practicing imagining since I was a little child….

By: Sandeep Kumar Mishra A big tree in my courtyard, The only heritage, I got, a bard The light green leaves, delicate flowers, Sweet fruits in a bounty, all ours There listen twitching eerie chirrup, The sparrows built its fagot home…