By: Milt Montague weeks flow past in peaceful anonymity no thoughts to disturb the serenity I sit alone amidst my greenery life pulses in the slow lane surrounded by my green friends the philodendrons and pothos need but water and…
By: Milt Montague spiky leaves of burnt orange growing up, out, and curving down revealing it’s black spots this is how they got their name but really …..then it should be leopard lilies large stamens shouting to the bees come,…
By: E. Martin Pedersen I’ll scratch your new car door with my old car key welcome to the hood wagon walk by when the street is empty ——————crezeschz——————– then don’t look back or scratch. You possess what I’d never want…
By: E. Martin Pedersen BRAAAAASH electro-shock buzzer jump-starts the tiny crowd It’s chilly in here, I’m chilly dry salty mouth At first they’re falling down a lot, like drunks on marbles sticks clack make good passes that are not picked up…
By: E. Martin Pedersen Marianna can’t stand the sound of chewing She can’t sit with grandpa She leaves the table or makes us all self-conscious because she’s on record She can’t stand the sound of chewing ——————- SHE IS SO WRONG…
By: Pijush Kanti Deb A single glance of the glamorous eyes reaps thousands of magical hands on my barren land and as it is expected the seven wonders get tarnished as quick as they can with the furnish of the…
By: Pijush Kanti Deb When history started its moving towards light Everything was just like The earth’s revolution around the sun Throwing No seed of controversy No greed for interchange And no misdeed of superiority or inferiority complex As someone…
By: Chuck Orloski Down on your knees American voters! Trump and the K.K.K. must be beaten and from Salt Lake City, Mitt Romney has launched Low Energy and Little Mario, two Hydro-Anemic Bombs designed to destroy Japs, Cossacks, Mooslims, and Dixie…
By: Linda M Crate i sat in the dandelions dreaming, and i began to see them: the crows; i read somewhere once that crows follow those who attract the fae, and i wonder if you weren’t sighing and flying and…
By: Linda M Crate i felt you there when i sang dancing in the creek avoiding the beaks of hungry crows you danced in the sunlight streams and beckoned to me with your gold, and i felt your wings dance…