By: Margot Block Untitleda language you use like a candle litwhen it was to deliver emotion night after nightyour defeated china girl and your momentand electrified means nothing to mewhen it is an explosion in the heart of whisperswhere the…
By: John P. Drudge We wanderSeeking our placeEach fleeting momentOn the precipice of the unknownDriven by curiosityAnd the collective spiritIn a cosmic danceEchoing footstepsThrough corridors of timeWith dreams of unityAnd discoveryThrough uncharted realmsOf knowledgeForever tetheredTo the beating heartOf a shared…
By: Karen O’Leary She ponders,holding a black crayon—assigned to capture naturewith the given medium. She catches the dean after class,holding up the black crayon.How does one capturenature with just one hue? Ms. Hawthorn,you have the insightof an artist. Don’t beafraid…
By: Bruce Levine The Storm Rain spattered on the window paneMaking patterns like geometric drawingsBefore the droplets released their molecular holdForming abstract lines like a Pollack painting Flashes of lightning illuminated the maze of waterHeld against the glass as if…
By: James Aitchison Why retraceyour stepsagain and again?Why sufferthe emptinessof spirit?The swift pathawaits thosewho are freed ofearthly bonds.Knowledge of theinner selfpowers your way.I am the Voice,the Wheel that spins,bestowing wondermentand love, and you can beconfident even as you live.
By: Lucy Sage Evening Walk To the EastThe Moon sinksBelow pink clouds.Purple plumes pirouetteTo the West.Ribs of orangeSlip behindPalm and oak tree horizons. The MockingbirdRocks on a wireFlips through her setlistIncluding a cardinal cover.A bluebird rests on an oak branch.The…
By: Jim Bates Up early still dark outGet bundled up in long quilted underwearHeavy pants two sweaters bootsInsulated jacket wool stocking hat and heavy mittensReady to goHe steps outside and the brutal cold takes his breath awayHe stands for a…
By: Christian Ward Summer Beginnings Clouds rollercoaster into rain.The block of flats oppositeis lighter than candy floss.Squint and you’ll see furniture,televisions, laptops, and Dysonvacuum cleaners levitating.The alley nearby – ruledby a gang of moss – is no biggerthan my thumb…
By: Vaishnavi Kolluru The secret to joyLies in a riverthat flows forward, making you believe its truth, until you reach the end. The secret to joyControls the waves of the oceanYou indulge in a small cold wavegetting your feet wetThe…
By: Nina Kossman Over and overthe darkness of sands,the stillness of waves.a tangled threadsaved Theseus’ life.Ariadne’s giftbecame Ariadne’s fate:a gift to be abandonedon a leaf-shaped island.Solitude is a gift.Theseus was so generous with gifts.Thank you, Theseus,for sailing away when I…