By: Bruce Levine Riverbeds aliveBrook-fed streams to rivers flow Pathways to the sea Parodies begin A sense of humor required Nothing safe for laughs Floating in the air Seagulls and puffins hunting Dinner in the lake Twice the yearly rate…
By: p. horvath “will they return to me?”“yes” spoke the universe “how much longer?”“do they not hurt as i do?” “i am afraid they do not”“and they won’t return until you do not either”
By: Bruce Levine A phoenix rises From the ashes of failure Facing a new day
By: Shamik Banerjee If We Meet Again When many Springs and Autumns have gone by,Amid a concourse, should we chance to meet,Will we ignore the moment with a sighOr stop to see each other: smile and greet? The heavy husk…
By: Carl Papa Palmer Ollie Ollie Giggling, she runs from the family room couchwhere I sit and count, both hands over my eyes.“1,2,3,4,5 and 5 is 10. Ready or not, here I come.” First, in the kitchen, opening and slamming…
By Michael Lee Johnson Ghost I Am Here is a private hut staring at me, twigs & branches over the top— naked & alone. I respond to an old 60s doo-wopsong: In the Still of the Night Fred Parris and…
By: Suchoon Mo so long agoin that small townso far awaya young man was playing a violinaloneSarasate’s Gypsy AirZegeunerweisenin that small house so long agoa raging civil war cameand a young man diedshot by a firing squadthe young manwho used…
By: Carl Papa Palmer The ringing interrupts watching the football game.Both phone and remote sit on the couch beside me,I grab one blindly, hit a button and my TV turns off. Finding my phone I listen to the recorded message.Some…
By: Jim Bates Across the cosmosJupiter shines and ignitesA flame in my soul. Cold windy gray daySleety rain changing to snowTurning gardens white. Almost like a dreamThe moon rises casting lightSo gloriously. Magic autumn lightGolden electricityRe-charging the soul
By: Ann Christine Tabaka Empty Nights whispers in the darkall that is left of our lovereaching out for youyou are no longer there– empty nights Time the boisterous rumbling of a kittenall too soon becomesthe muted purr of old age…