By: Kindaka Jamal Sanders To Grieve and to Love To grieveAnd to love.To believeand to fail.As we grieve for the world,Who grievesfor the children in us?As we believe in the world.Who will believe in the realness in us?To be deceived And still…
By: Jim Bates Orange maple leaves glowFloat down beneath a blue skyLike flaming feathers.***Burgandy sumacFiery in day’s last lightWarming to the soul. *** Rolling Bluff CountryBurnished hills of siennaLifts a heart to joy. *** Brilliant fall shorelineReflected in a calm…
By: Bruce Levine The lethargy of summer lessensAs fall breezes begin to arriveSubtle changesMarking off days on the calendarYet roses bloom and trees stay greenA lovely timeFilled with expectationFall festivals highlighting the seasonTransitions of time and placeSymphonies of light and…
By: John Grey AT BLAKE’S FUNERAL We were wrongto think that we werefull of meaningand that the problem wasthat we just couldn’texpress ourselves. No, we were zombiesmarching in stepwith a casket, doingour best to hold ontowhat was already lost to…
By: Ray Whitaker REDISCOVERING LOST WORLDS A waterfall plunges hundreds of feetdown into a chasmonly flown into by hummingbirdsthey dip into the edges of the cascading waterand slipping thru the rainbows of red, blue, yellow and purpledown there. Green vegetation…
By: Brenton Booth Ignis Fatuus What a special periodit was. Living in aminiscule apartmentin the red-light district.Without family. Withoutfriends. Withoutfemales. Without sex.Just books, books–books! And the beliefI would be as greatas the authors of thoseincredible works.Magical years standingmiles ahead of…
By: Aurora Skye Mask Your broken childhood was litteredby the shadows of monsters, unleashedto a chorus of screams. There liesyour father, below him your shattereddreams, that have slipped throughyour fingers like sand. The monstersemerge through the mist, taunting,the worst one…
By: Alshaad Kara “Destiny” I am living those nightsWithout your smileAnd your happiness. If only you wereBy my side,I could lean on yourShoulders. But here I am,Promising toFulfilYour wishOf seeing meSuccessful. Despite theNightly gaze,I am submergedIn living in the pastWith…
By: Jim Bates The last week in JanuaryRolling rural farmlandNighttime deep and stillStars floating in a cosmic hazeHe stands in wonderThe old farmhouse a dream come trueEscape from the cityTo thisTo the countryTo the deep stillness and peace and quietCornfields…
By: Don Kingfisher Campbell Instant Crush stepin your shoeson a sidewalkant take your sandalin your hand and smasha spider perchedon a tiled shower wall walk intoa car crusherand sitdown fly a helicopteror plane atfull speed into a hillsideor tall building…