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Poem: Therapy at the DVA

By: Richard D. Hartwell Sitting here at the VA listening, more than ten wars’ worth of lives and lies told by veterans, wondering sometimes how much of what I hear is really the composing by memory-makers from years ago, or…

Poem: The Silent Songster

By: Jim Piatt Do you hear it, the hushed misshapen rhythms inside the songster’s poetic head? The chords he pens now only a cryptic cacophonous array of black and whites plummeting downward from saddened eyes: His muse, dead now, lying…

Poem: An Ordinary Man

By: Jim Piatt Reports of new battles flow inward, Like shards of splintered glass they Awaken heartbreaking feelings, My heart cries out in dismay Amidst the furor of finite time, Tears stream down my cheeks, Bitter information about new wars…

Poem: The Awakening

By: Bejoy Balagopal The swirling gust raged hard against us; Like it had a score to settle from yore. The clouds, dark and angry, pelted their might, Was the searching, intense sky thirsty for more? With strength draining away, I held…

Poem: That lil girl

By: Bejoy Balagopal To glide across the desert of unsaid dreams, Like a bird untouched by the burden of flight, What would it take for that lil girl To savor that broken tunnel of light. To waltz on the enticing warm…

Poem: Death Song #1

By: Riley Eleanor March mourning mornings are punc-tu-a-ted By letters that look like consolations, Congratulations that sound like condolences. Dreams die when we let them So I pulled the plug on my Electrocuting hopes. I never wanted to feel Simultaneous…

Poem: August

By: Riley Eleanor When you moved your legs closer to mine Next to me So casually (Under the shade of the tree where I spent my childhood summers) (On the bench where I made my best friend) (In the park that…

Poem: The Kiss

By: Emeniano Acain Somoza, Jr. The red blue violet lips of this madness they’re doing good service to the black oak growing slowly inside the room, water the leaves of silence as they fall one by one on the once lush…

Poem: How Can I Use This Pain 

By: Emeniano Acain Somoza, Jr. That you so unsparingly issue In cups of blighting blows Laced with acid the corrosive breathe Of aphids on petals of hope quivering On cusps between one secret longing To another – these sick little…