By: KJ Hannah Greenberg Envisaging Vacation Book closed, newspaper folded, partners nod, envisaging vacation.No fancy doormen, elegant eateries, else extensive tours grow intoElements of their dream. Rather, slumber parties, time for hot breakfasts, electronic devices notConsulted more than six times/day,…
By Linda Woody Griffin I Will Daily Love You Though years have passed – I still think of you,Emotions run deep and tears fall too.Your leaving took my breath away,My only wish was for you to stay. I know in…
By: Ann Christine Tabaka A Game of Seasons The snow fell. Icey winds blew. You wanted summer.I could not give it to you. You walked away holding knife & fork, searching for a feast. Mouths openedon request. Food shoveled out…
By: James Aitchison See life,not with earthly eyes,but through the eternal eyes ofa soul seeking its source.See lifethat provides nothing more rewarding thanknowledge of the self.Seek only the truthof being and living and dying.The soul needs timeto fulfil itself.It will…
By: Jim Bates Fall was her favorite seasonShe walked woodland trailsCollecting leaves and weeds and grassesSmiling and happy. Sometimes she’d take him alongHolding his tiny handHe’d follow her leadThey carefully gathered leavesMarveling at their beautyRed and orange and burnt siennaSpecial…
By: D A Angelo Housefly A man accidentally swallowed a fly and didn’t turn into one. A fruit machine of quantum mechanics pulled its arm like a Douglas Adams plot device and the man shifted into a ham sandwich, a…
By: Bruce Levine Life often takesTwists and turnsProfusion of desiresOr goals yet definedPassions arousedBy inflated egosPretentious praiseUnwanted and under-fedSuccesses dismantledLike simple equationsThe highways forgottenRoads erased from mapsA simple rejoinderWhen life seems dismemberedA salve to the soulOr simply a laughThe times…
By: KJ Hannah Greenberg Virtue Signaling Publicly expressing opinions to demonstrate sagacious character is awfully fraudulent,A mockery of essential issues. One’s moral “correctness,” on matters seldom merits reader tillage, the likes of whichAre useless against woke mobs. Riffs rarely compensate…
By: J. B. Fite The Call Who calls to me in the morningAnd bids me then rise and followJust as the new day is dawning?Sloth-I would answer “Tomorrow”And sleep through the hours passingWith a hundred dreams all hollow. I do…
By: Puneet Kumar It is Summer It is summerThe sun is roughI am on the streetFull of sweat I am thirstyI need waterI can’t find it hereI can’t bear it any longer I see an ice-cream parlorIt is not far…