By: Frances Leitch Tapestry of Morn The dawns soft lineThe morning lightThe opening eyeof the sunlit skyThe pearly cloudson the blue field sewnThe taste of warmthin the soul knownTo revel at themountains greensmooth folding hillsFrom which the dawnbehind is seenThe…
By: Imrana Muhammad Nata’alah. DEBT OF DEATH, DEBT OF LIFE At midnight, I felt a warm hand with thousand fingers jacking me by the neck, like my bowtie.These were practically hands of deathtaking my life; as the bucket of my…
By: Carl Papa Palmer Crossing Across Clear sky, high seventies, hot Seattle afternoon,Mom smiles from the bow of the Bremerton ferryfilled with those photo posed prior to the launch. Deck clears ten minutes into our hour ride, too coldfor others,…
By: Grzegorz Wróblewski DOLL They say that such places do not exist.I found myself there unexpectedly.There was someone sitting next to me whoreminded me myself from many years ago. He wanted to fold paper into a cube ora little doll….
By Bruce Levine Reverie Redux Fluorescent lighting Hovering overhead Transient groups Outlining intervals Of time in a tube Multiscopic vision Projecting data To artificial intelligence Cognitive memory Enhancing realms Infused with dogma Telepathy based society Filled with sensory channels Telekinesis…
By: Judith Ferster Fevered, unconscious, I was ambulanced to the ER where, worried I had had a stroke, they sent me, I learned later from records, to the nearby wing with a CT scanner and another with an X-ray machine,…
By: Paweł Markiewicz The quire of the sheep We are calling for your soulfor a benevolent autumnal sourceMay the hoary times arrivefull of sunny gloom endlessly dream! with a fancycoming from tender seawe are conjuring you dreameryour mythical pearls Come…
By: David R. Topper I often think that they’ve only gone on a journey,and I shall see them all returning homeward! Compelled by an inner urge, some“pre-established harmony of notes and words,”Mahler composed Kindertotenlieder. The day is bright. Fear not!They’ve…
By: James Aitchison Life whispers,and we dream.We have escapedfrom the cage we made.We are no longercontained.Calmness reigns,and stars glitter like grapeson the moonlit vine.Freed, the soul shimmersfor all humanity to see.Truth leads us into agarden where theheart blossoms.
By: Stephen Bett Heinrich Böll, Group Portrait with Lady (opening line; trans, Leila Vennewitz) The female protagonist… is a woman of forty-eight, German: she is five foot six inches tall, weighs 133 pounds (in indoor clothing), i.e., only twelve to…