By: Arvilla Fee Everything I Leave Behind Do not weep, my darling,as you lay me down;I haven’t gone that far; I have flung my poemsinto the stars,see how they winkconspiratoriallyabove your head, I have planted wordsin the aspens and the…
By: Paweł Markiewicz You dreamful, dreamy, moony and dreamed King of Elves!You became in the most amazing ways: A dazzling statue of Buddha, as If a ghost created it from the moony dreameries.A parrot on the statue: the paradise-like birdie,…
By: Bruce Levine My eye’s on the rainbow Holding on to dreamsKeeping pace with forever My time to shineSimply faded Holding a near empty glass Her life is about making money My life is about making art What is one…
By: Juairia Hossain Thou, a shade that dwells ‘neath moonlit skies,Thy face a mist, lost in the winds of time,Thou comest when silence doth rise,And shadows of night stretch o’er my rhyme. Oft thou appearest in the darkened veil,When solitude…
By: Sawyer Olson The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald The lake, it is said, never gives up her dead,And memory, too, holds its claim.Your voice hums Superior, where the iron ore fled,A ship lost to the storm’s cruel name. Memory,…
By: Judith Ferster I am a good friend If you do not want me to intrude on your worry for your son fighting for Israel, I won’t. If you tell me on October 7 not to say the words“settler colonialism,”…
By: Juairia Hossain Someone will livein the quiet strokes of my paintings,in the whispered ink of my pages,a soul I’ve never met, yet always known. Someone will breathebetween my untold verses,within the colours I have yet to name,a part of…
By: J.K. Durick The Call They said they’d call whenthey got there, so you waitpretending you aren’t worriedknowing you have no controlover this and many other thingsin the lives of the people aroundyou. So they’ll get there or theywon’t. They’ll…
By: James Aitchison Why tears?Cry out insteadfor the silence.Achieve releasetoday from all thatstifles your soul.Your true selflives on this earth,but is not of it,untouched by anyvestige of strayhurt or emotion.Open the petalsof your soulto the light.
By: Jim Bates Dreary windy rainPuddles form on muddy pathsDucks very happy. March blizzard blowingWind-whipping snowstorm madlySwirling like crazy. After the snowfallSoft white blanket covers the landtBeauty unsurpassed. Sunshine snow meltingAfter the storm birds singingTwittering with joy. One goose flying…