By: Ed Nichols The Slow Train A train came by the station so fast it was just a blur. So fast we could scarcely read the writing on the side of the train. Everybody was confused. We didn’t understand what…
By: April Mae Berza She is beautiful inside outlike an ethereal flame,rekindling the summers of youth,sweet and innocent.Her passion for dogs and catsshines through,I’m in awe and wonderhow she embracesher days and nightstaking care of her beloved.Since her smiles and…
By: Cat Dixon Checking in Cornered by walls that need to be repainted and words uttered that can never be unsaid,you arrive daring to stay adrift—no compass, no map, no direction.Life’s a hotel hallway with dozens of locked doors. Your…
By: Anthony Rosa The clock strikes five and the sun goes down,the seasons have changed, but my love still abounds.I heard your voice in the wind today,I felt your kiss as the petals blew away.Since you left, my heart’s turned…
By: Pramod Rastogi Write these words on your slateThat you will never eraseIs the promise you need to make. These words of lore are all I own.They are earnings of my life That I had dreamt for you to keep And which will help you walk the…
By: James Aitchison Listen to the soft voiceof your inner self,speaking with the wisdomof eternity and knowledgeof all things.You hold the keys toall healing.You do not have towait until death.Your soul hosts the secretsof freedom from the transient.You will be…
By: James Aitchison Take refuge in thequiet voice within your soul.The past is impermanent,incapable of pursuit.When your mind is free ofphysical emotion,no regrets can remain.Hear the Wheel spin,heed the quiet voice ofyour inner self,let eternal truth shield youfrom turbulence.Accept life,…
By: Brian Michael Barbeito the rains had arrived when there was supposed to be snow, and the fields became beige and flaxen again, and the world was strange and stayed that way. it was as if it had longed to…
By: Jake Sheff I Reassure and Measure Time’s Reluctance Down at Silver Falls: an Ovillejo How do you steal moonlit nights?Squatters’ rights.What do you tell whiny trees?Eat the freeze!Where do all your secrets run?On the sun. Now the autumn rains…
By: Gulshan Ara Little nursery underneath a half-burnt bunkerKerosine lamps hanging from the ceilingTiny premature babies wrapped in half torn blanketCurling up in their tiny cribs, struggling to stay warmSucking the last drop of milk from an empty milk bottleStruggling…