By: Jim Bates A stuffed animal?No not to the young boyMore than a Christmas giftShe was soft oh so softFluffy and whiteCuddly secureHe called her Snowflake. Sick in the hospitalBright lights glaringMonitors beepingShe kept him companyThankfullyUnrelentingly lonelinessDeepest darkest nightLong hours…
By: Ron Wetherington His skull rests on my desk with others from his family of fossils.The Old Man of La Chapelle-aux-Saints, ill-fated,misinterpreted among the Neanderthals. Cruelly symbolic, still:a dim-witted approximation of humanness, they say,too primitive for language, they say,unprepared for…
By: Debabrata Mohanty Spring bids us adieuwishing all under warm care—sunshowers sans clouds
By Karen Lee Stradford You’re all plugged in,amplified.Long neck,flat, pear-shapedwonder. I awaitthe piercing soundof your strings. I am happy.You move meto a thunderousapplausewhenever you playThe Blues.
By: Richard LeDue A Living Poem I’m still aliveas long as you read this,even after silence tells methe truth about godsand worms wonder whymy eyes taste nothinglike apples. ### A coffee stained collected love poems of Pablo Nerudawhispers midnight regretsas…
By: J. L. Lewis April The Sun climbs higher each day,like a soldier taking a hillone costly step at a time.Almost shyly it tiptoes across the skyas if somehow it lost its footingin the nebulous clouds of December,and needs to…
By: Jasna Gugić STAYCover me with your beautyFill the cracks in my heartWithout youI’m dried up sourceA standing riverI’m the road whichLeads to nowhereSilent in helplessnessAll alone without a splendourImpersonal viewsStaring at yesterdayBlind for tomorrowSo, don’t leave withoutTurning your eyes…
By: Emalisa Rose The winks, the nods, the passing clouds And off we go, as all begins againWound by walls this stucco station.We stand along its snow stained platform. The 5:11 passing Brooklyn.We nod, we wink..sometimes half smile. I take…
By: Sheila Murphy Requiescat There will be no warmer momentthan that autumn evening when neighbors musickedtheir way across the upstairs patioglasses lifted and sweet shoots of syllableslovelied their way into our room acrosswhere only we were living laughing dancing There…
By: Christian Ward Lake, Frozen Freezing weatherturned the lakeinto an icy tear.The snow coveredhillside, swept asidelike a brushstrokegone wrong, indifferent.The blue sky, framedin its Post-it note,offers no consolationto the frozen-over lake —like the name of someoneyou once loved trappedin a…