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‘The Cost of Peace’ and other poems

By: Richard LeDue The Cost of Peace We’re in a war of attritionwith ourselves,but at least it all ledto department store Christmas commercials,gift wrapped electric can openers,two jobs a weekjust to lose a staring contestwith an artificial X-mas tree,missing a…

carefree woman enjoying summer in field

‘Walk out in the sun’ and other spring haiku

By Jim Bates Walk out in the sunBend down to smell a flowerJoy of being alive. Warm bright sun shiningNew plants turning toward the lightHappily growing. Supermoon risingEastern sky glowing dreamlikeLunar light sublime. Distant thunder rollsKettle-drum pounding preludeSymphony of rain.

‘After Building My House’ and other poems

By: Jonathan Chibuike Ukah After Building My House After building my housewith my intestines and bloodsplashed over the walls and roof,the villagers complainthat their gods dwelling in cavesare becoming intimidated. The sudden rise of my windbreaker,sweat-encrusted tower of refugein the…

green trees beside body of water

Just Like It Was Tomorrow

By: Alan Berger My memoriesThrew me my hatShowed me the doorThey said I was not needed there anymore They are rightI have to admit itI am only as good as my next minute The bad past along with the goodI…

aerial photography of a boat on a waterway in the middle of forest

Here to Eternity

By: Bruce Levine For Jane Forever heldA piece of my soulFloats through the universeSitting on your shoulderLasting ‘til the end of timeLike the waters of a springFlowing from here to eternityCounting the daysBy scores of millenniaIn everlasting love

mosaic alien on wall

Alien X-ing

By: Daniel Millard Shame – bodyPain – bodyOut – of – bodyNo – bodySome – body Breath of lifeIn – spirit – ationNot of this nationNot of this worldNot a little boyNor a little girl Alien crossing over & overMeat…

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Itchy

By: Delaney D. Ding The itch, a fiendish dance, a battle’s cue,I yearn relief, evading its pursuit.A tormentor relentless, peace it steals,Magnifying pain with a thousand tiny feels. Oh, tranquil reprieve, I plead and yearn,Escaping this eternal itch’s burn.Yet in…

plant in a vase

The Table Turns, a poem

By: Karen O’Leary She stares out the window,trying to compose herselfand not let the tears spill.The waiter says the twowines were preorderedearlier by her husbandto celebrate their firstwedding anniversary.Her surprise is the flowers,designed to capture thosein her wedding bouquet.He invited…