By: Mahathi ONE MORE DAY It’s one past twelve. One more day passed away,not like a floating cloud with laze, nor likea rollercoaster fast with jolting sway.So dreary, like on a prosthetic leg to hike!I wish I paint my time…
By: Matthew Borczon It comes with the job I wasat worklistening toJudy talkabout hertime asan aidin a nursinghome shewas sayingthat whenthey wereclose todying shenever wantedto workwith them because ifthey passedthe aidwould haveto cleanthe bodyand shejust couldnot do that It is…
By: April Mae Berza The Goddess of Books and the Singer-Songwriter (For Dale) I am but a goddess of books, books welcoming you with my loveliest chapters,the soul of eternal words and finite worlds. You are a mortal, a singer-songwriter,…
By: The Rhapsodist EVERY GIRL-CHILD IS A PETAL OF WITHERED FLOWERS There were nights I saw my sister eating herFingernails, drinking from her teardrops as theyRolled down her eyes, down her cheeks_ intoHer mouth. She would stay awake all night,…
By: Jim Bates Springtime misting rainTender garden shoots reachingThirstily drinking. Finch and CardinalSinging songs of sunny joyMusic for the soul. Apple tree bloomingLazy sunshine drifting throughCanopy of calm. Tree Swallow flyingAerial acrobaticsCarnival of flight.
By: Virginia Aronson Kitchen Pirate (Anthony Bourdain, 1956-2018) If I’m unhappy,it’s a failureof imagination. The epitome of coolmen wanted to be himwomen wanted to bed himbooze and smoking and agelooked good on himeveryone knewhis craggy facehis TV showshis deep-felt loveof…
By: James Aitchison Is life day or night? Is new blood morevaluable than old? Is there any soil more sacredthan the soul in which to plantlove and truth? Is what we leave behindmore important thanwhat we have taken? Smooth is…
By: Carl Papa Palmer Hooked Kristy sent an email, said click this linkfilling my screen with a YouTube videoof a fish in a fishbowl for nine secondsbefore flashing to view kites crashing. Watching, fascinated, fixated, besiegedby nine second clips of…
By: Abubakar Auwal ecdysis of green flowers finalist BKPW Contesthere— an image of motherland is tuned from the rhythmof our greened fur; a convolvulus one, taking flightto where we plant our names, flower the smiles of gods & metaphorsinto anything…
By: Craig Kirchner Pointe Standing in attitude modeon the head of a pin,time speeds up as it stills,seconds pass like decades,handshakes become relationships,a blade of grass, a lawn,the lawn framing the reflecting pool,at the Taj Mahal. Balanced between breaths,a wink…