By Jim Bates After somber rainPretty morning glories bloomUnexpected gift. Belief they will growCarrot seeds planted with careFaith in Nature’s hands. Woodland stream babblingBubbling along trickling songNature’s lullaby.
By Nolo Segundo The Ocean Between Two Souls When you tryto understand anotherand find a wall put up in haste,orcome upon an old moatwith more mud than wateryet still impassableandyou wonder once againwhy there’s alwaysan abyssbetween you and the other……
By: Wayne Russell Wheels of Reinvention Another rainy night,driving in darknessilluminated only bypale headlights.In the rearview mirror,the past evaporates,right before my eyes.The hurts and traumas,now scatter like leafymemories, dead to theworld.Tonight, I’m leaving itall behind, in ghostlyplumes of exhaust.Tonight, I…
By: James Aitchison Accept, Man, the pattern of all life,for with acceptance comes calm.See with your eternal selfthat this life is a path,and each stone an event,a moment, a crisis.See with detachmentthe whole pathand not the stones.Calm is when the…
By: Daniel de Culla FROGS’ LOVE In a week without ThursdayMy grandson brings to the pondOn Paseo de la Isla, BurgosTwo beautiful frogs to seeIf they love each otherAnd they raise, as he says, “little frogs”Tadpoles.In my carelessnessA gentleman has…
J.R. Solonche offers poignant commentary on the modern experience through three poems: an apology to an author for not reading his book despite positive reviews, musings on the constancy and metaphor of railroad tracks, and a rooftop conversation about cell phones, drinks, and familial responsibilities, underscoring integrity.
Karl Koweski recounts rejecting his brother’s request to write a eulogy for a scarcely-remembered father—a man whose legacy is as grim as the neglected upbringing both siblings endured. He reflects on his own troubled youth, narrowly escaping containment in an institution that housed abandoned children, a place he equated with prison. Now, besieged by a paralyzing languor and the relentless noise of a haunted past, Karl confronts the daily struggle to persist, armed only with a numbed conscience and dwindling resolve.
By: Judge Santiago Burdon Does he touch you with deep cabernet dreams, or is it just chardonnay passion, does your heart race from his nearness, is there surrender in his scent, does he tempt you, does he leave you breathless,…
The poems of Mahathi teem with introspection and vivid imagery, revealing a spectrum of thoughts from a kite’s flight symbolizing lost freedom to a yearning heart’s call for a distant love. They shed light on the profound act of seeing the divine despite the lack of sensory experience and reflect on the poet’s personal authenticity amidst societal expectations. Persistent themes include the clash of ideals within religious contexts and the inner turmoil experienced amidst tranquil nature. Mahathi’s body of work, comprising nine books, is characterized by its classical style and engaging verse.
Pettra Yahya expresses a final farewell to alcohol, emphasizing the damage it caused, from physical debilitation to emotional boredom. They declare a determined break-up with alcohol, confidently banishing it from their life and celebrating newfound freedom by removing its presence entirely.