By: Vanaja Malathy What is love? Love is love! Does love happen among the equals? not always…remember the Vendetta between two families of Romeo and Juliet Does love happen between two youngsters? not always… recall Vladimir Nabokov’s Lolita Does love…
By: James Aitchison The world does not wait.I will.Hear my voice in thestillness. In the calmnessthat defies distractions.Know the passages oflives and fates,know of the death thatfollows each death,know of love beyond love.The world and its opinionsare not important.I will…
By: Bruce Levine Spring Erases Winter The season of snow Comes to an end As all things must Winter melts with The residue of ice Making way for the spring As the budding of trees And crocuses sprouting Forecast the…
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.