By: Robert S. King Among clouds of attacking crows he spots the white bird and fires. That will put it out of its misery, he says. The bird dog waits below, pointing downward as the dove falls. The blue-collared dog…
By: Richard D. Hartwell Not for the first time, Perhaps for the last, I note this is no monologue, Rather a continuing, one-sided dialogue. You, Sitting there embalmed On your judgmental stool. You, Calling yourself a person of discourse Are…
By: Richard D. Hartwell Suffer anguish of memory, family close as sticky-rice, grain to grain, gene to gene, coagulated and congealed. Cannot un-remember psychological molestation, brutality of hidden scars, rage of emotional rape. Dark memories filled with white lies, spoiled…
By: Ruth Ann Hixson I wish I had a friend To cry with when I’m sad. I wish I had a friend To laugh with when I’m glad. A friend to be there for me When the sunshine turns to…
Strayed into enemy’s, 23 years ago And taken prisoner And falsely implicated for spying And then sentenced to death! But with life caught in diplomacy Sarabjit finally returned home, Disfigured and dead, He was robbed of his heart and lung…
By: Corey Cook You lean against Nana’s charcoal grey Taurus – a monochromatic reflection of the midday sky. Hands in pockets. Hat pulled down. And watch your siblings search the boggy yard for “eggs.” Empty pantyhose containers heavy with…
By: Antonio Prata i played sports sometimes like basketball there were courts near the school sometimes i played with big black guys sometimes dad and i went to see the nets play he let me drink a beer when they beat the…
By: Josh Lisiuk I am about to start Allow the journey to depart Please have a read of my poetical story Its one that took place in the odyssey Our brave Hero, Odysseus fresh from the battle of troy A drift…
By: Kharis Lund My cocaine angel speaks to me In psychedelic light Bring forth visions of ecstasy In moments that feel just right My needles are all rusty My veins, bruised purple-blue But my white angel still sings to me…
By: Kharis Lund The dead brown grass resurrects itself The trees no longer stand like sterile skeletons The flowers rouse themselves in blooms of color And the sun comes out of hiding, brighter than ever But nature lied to her…