By: Karen O’Leary A doesamples lichendraped bark of an ash tree.She leaps into inner safety.Weeds spilloverthe wooden stairs,not seeing human spoilsin years. A lazy stream with smallicyislandswinds by trees bentto the right. Creativestudents take easels then pull outsketchbooks,tryingto grasp the…
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: Richard LeDue The State of the World From the First Floor Autumn fog is quiet as thoughts about deathwe silence with streaming services, wine on a Tuesday, memes, candy shaped edibles, workplace worries uprooting our down timelike a bored…
By Nolo Segundo You always have to choose,on or the other–one will deceive you everydamn day, because ego isa trickster,a liar,a cheater,telling you how great you are,how smart, how kind…while the other will alwaysbe honest with you, if–and it’s a…
By William T. Hathaway Loving the other through mutualities of hurt,loving the other without understanding the other,groping in darkness to find the other,blundering towards and beyond the other,fleeing at the sight of the other,escaping from exile to greet the other,yearning…
By John RC Potter The man under the mask… You rode along the dusty western street,as you strode hard across my laptop screen,strutting and preening like a proud peacock;dark, mysterious, maybe even mean,perhaps dangerous, a badass cowboy,but the handsomest dude…
By: Daniel de Culla IN MIAMI AS IN BERLIN In Miami, as in Berlin, people dress upTo attend charity eventsWhere everyone admires themselvesFor the elegance of their suitsAnd how well these clothes look on themTaken out of the closet to…
By: Darren Lynch A Way Sit to the voice ,Silent gaze The hauling land of houndsProwling entranceRepetition , Repetition , Repetition Held in confident frownsThe grips of attracted veteransPolished in rewardOn entranceOf fading prime ways , Celebate oh the union…
By: Bruce Levine Floating hours and picturesque moments Peppering the days with sights and soundsPhotographic mem’ries etched on a canvassOf love laced forever through eyelets of gold Time resting gently on snowflakes floatingThrough forests abounding with lush color greensSquadrons of…
By Ujjal Mandal Glorification of You When I close my weary eyes,you come putting an anklet on legsbefore me like the tune of cuckoo,a strand of red roses tied to your lockof hair behind swings aroundas if the sailing clouds…