By: James Aitchison As the tree needstime to grow, sotoo the soul.Unhurried wisdom,stepping softly,seeking the infinite.Nothing springs fromignorance;lives scattered tothe winds have noroots.In quiet soil,the soul flourishes.
By: Simon Heathcote Catholic Cuts in the Schism Thick black hair sashaying in clumpslike gold leaf bestowed on Toni’sSmall Heath shop — I was the grandsonof the local vicar who smiled and waveddown the High Street like reruns of a papal visit — and…
By: John Ziegler Mulberries I remember orchids through the windowof a solarium’s silver glass, on Ruben Patterson’s property, his estate, with its mammoth mansion, with its broad veranda and 4 car garage, his cream – and – gold Stutz Bearcat….
By: Jim Bates Deep forest strollingSunny skies blue asters bloomSuch serenity. Rocky granite gorgeCascading river echoesWildly roaring bliss. Solitary singerSongs sung with heartfelt passionVoice transcending. Walking pine tree woodsSkirting nefarious rootsHappily hiking. Stoney beach agatesPebbles swirling reddish huesWonder of eons….
By: Richard LeDue “September Again” Trees painting pictures with their leaves,leaving us to ponder where they hidetheir paint brushes, or why we turnthose colours into bright remindersof approaching winter and another summerlost, but some are lucky and just stare,blinded by…
By Taylor Dibbert He’s atHighland BooksWith his momAnd he comes acrossAn enlarged print bookAnd he lovesSeeing these wordsOn the pageEverything lookingSo accessibleSo easy to read. ### Taylor Dibbert is a writer, journalist, and poet in Washington, DC. “Rescue Dog,” his…
By: Sam Barbee Glimpse Eros I crave new ecstasies,pursue passion beyond the smooch.Let obsession bypass innuendo –bones quivering beneath skin.Sweat rather than sonnets. Dismiss passive liaisons leavingwrinkles, in a palace trimmed with pillows.A realm to be content with candles and…
By: Bruce Levine Focused on infinity Without clear-cut definitions Prolonged anxiety Created by hyperbole Society regulated By rules imposed Without the consent Of the governed Fragmenting the populace Into antagonistic segments Making demands Solely on their own behalf The squeaky…
By: Michelle Murray Standing On the Edge Standing on the edgeTeeteringTotteringTrying not to fall offIt’s a balancing actStep rightThen step leftSoftlySlowlySo as not to slipSwinging my arms to balanceLike a circus actTrying to stay onTrying not to fallTo fall would…
By: Gabi Probst Totality – 4/9/24 In the background, I like to thinkthe light of mine you stifle(cosmic coincidence)twinkles to be beautifulremembered for our storiesbrushes of bright reachout over dark canvasmomentous in my narrativetypical in yours? you movelike any other…