By: Summer Kim Reflections From within,It feels cold and smooth,Reflecting everything and everyone From above,It’s a flat silver rectangleLying quietly on the floor,Reflecting the ceiling and the sky From below,The world tilts and shifts,Light changes,And the ceiling seems far away…
By: Damion Hamilton Imagination All the things that i haveAll the things i have imagined Those things can fill books moviesNetflix series All these things i have imagined You said and did but didn’t really didn’t do But all those…
By: Cynthia Pitman Had there but been an Oracle sitting atop Fifth Mountain, I might have been warned: It is not the touch, it is the reachthat holds us captive –the gnawing ache that propels the handto stretch, to seek.That…
By: Jim Bates Ragged shoreline wavesCrashing relentless poundingSymphony so grand. All along the coastPowerful waves poundingCarving the shoreline. Pebbles on the shoreFluffy feather tumblingBlown by the wind. Booming and crashingMagnificent thunderingWild waves exploding. Rocky woodland trailEvergreen pine tree forestScent of…
By: Jim Bates Flower profusionGardens full of cheerful bloomsNature’s artistry. Languid afternoonSwinging in an old hammockPeacefully dozing. Summer perfectionWhite puffy clouds and blue skyA day full of smiles. Hot concrete sidewalkCaterpillar hurryingHeading for cool shade. Picnic summertimeGoodies spread out to…
By: Srijani Dutta Delusion I want to be, want to be,Want to be all alone,Amidst the sunshineAnd at the dark sea shoreWhere wind passes,Carries news of the murderOf an Abyssinian soul,Eyes plucked outNails melted,Neck Twisted,Throat cut.Do not stand over the…
By: Debbie Tunstall I didn’t think I’d be longing for the end, begging for things to happen –beckoning even. You see on the news about props used for propaganda,black man / white man.This man, that man. They make a fuss,…
By: Bruce Levine Take your dog for a walk – even if it doesn’t help, your dog will appreciate it.Read a good book – always a good choice, assuming you have one.Watch television – probably an oxymoron and probably not…
By: James Aitchison Empty the heartwithout love.Empty the soulwithout purpose.Society buildscruel walls,society celebratesinjustice.Strength rises fromthe steady soul,the calm andunhurried mind.Know that power restsin your detachment.
By Mitali Chakravarty The buoyant chatter in avian voices was so loud that thepark walkers were silenced.The treetop was screaming out the city’s violencethat only birds could observe through the day.Would they now debate, discuss, and advise policy measures? (‘Parliament…