By: Ted Mc Carthy I Dark is falling on the river, on the milk of insects, on eggs under the dockleaves, such dark as the long evening permits. The air is tart with the scent of herbs of forgetfulness, spores that…
By: Ted Mc Carthy Ghosts are what we make in the mind of townlands not passed through, names like Clovis, New Mexico; faces put on people never met, known by name alone, living and dead; vision of rock before quarrying, sand…
By: Chuck Orloski “The people control nothing.” Paul Craig Roberts; “Washington leads the world to war,” (10/05/2016) Inside a terrible Bergen, N.J., barroom the Nag Champa incense burned slowly, German Beck’s beer still somehow flowed and Pink Floyd’s song Mother 1….
By: Denny E. Marshall Time long past, since the romance gone Echo’s ring of favorite song Old notes restart softly once more Words the same stride different tune Piles of pettiness up in smoke Arguments in useless drawer In pile with…
By: Denny E. Marshall Yesterday lots of clouds Today clear skies Few hours’ later One cloud appears Perhaps loneliness Is all about Being a day or two behind Two hours later Another single cloud appears
By: Lynn White The pub on the corner was known as ‘The Grapes’. I used to go there a lifetime ago, with one friend or another. It was my local, my space, my place, friendly and safe. I had no money,…
By: Lynn White When did I last know who I am? I wonder if it when I was a child, when I made up stories from my imagination. Was I separate then from the imaginary children with imaginary parents and imaginary…
By: Jeo Jenny Momma, what is Mercy? Cha-cha, mercy is something beyond vengeance and ego It can catch wounded hearts and nurses it Travels across the walls of ego Knows no harm even to the harmful The best example is “Love…
By: Linda M Crate i fear for our country each choice seems like a bad choice i pray that we don’t die because of politician’s greed, and i pray for more tomorrows, and a better future; i pray because our…
By: Linda M Crate i prefer to be kindness and flowers persephone dreaming in demeter’s garden, but sometimes you force me to become artemis or athena driving into war with animals and fury and bloodshed using wisdom as a weapon…