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…
By: Jim Bates Northwoods lake countryWater glistening waves lappingHot sun scorching sandOn the beach playing. Big brother in charge of younger siblingsMomentarily distracted by building a sandcastleBaby Will toddles out onto the dock stumbles and falls off sinking fastBig brother…
By: Rehanul Hoque (Dedicated to Taslima Akter Rima) In the lonely hours of a lovelorn heartA wild beauty beckoned to come closer – She sat leaning upon a coral reefHer hair disheveled by the windHer eyes deep as the Pacific,She…
By: John Grey EGRETS Leaving water country behind,they headed for the trees,cadenced wingbeats slow, and I watched themgather in high branchesthat gently shook with their arrival. This was the assembly hour,as darkness closed the air up tight,and the hubbub settled…