By: James Aitchison In every soul, there is a quiet core.It is immune to fear, hunger,strife and conflict, and theimpermanence of life cannotpenetrate it unless permitted.The essence of your soullistens to the quiet Voicethat speaks with detachment.Like thousands of seedsscattered…
By: Jacob Keating In the emails I’ve sent to publishers, I’ve said it’s about ‘inner-vastness’ and ‘roads left un-walked’ and a twenty-something in search of an always-lost-something. – I never tire of hyphens; they’re like bridges between words. I’d like…
By: D A Angelo Merriment Sometimes it’s good to walk in the countryside to watch a merry-go-round of clouds while the sky shifts to a warm glow. Sometimes it’s good to watch hares pose like National Geographic models in a…
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…