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…
By: Vanaja Malathy my adorable granddaughter turned eighti rummaged all the toy shopsto explore…to find something hilarious,and desperately looked for a perfect toyon her birthday a smart watch, magnetic fidget pen,3D Printing Pen, Instant print cameramico personal AI robot, a…
By: Chen Ruizhe Spring fireworksAt that time, the weather was no longer divided between inside and outsideStop at the windowLook into the glassFeeling the self that is hidden and reflectedThe sound of spring shadows light. Pull a piece of spider…
By Kenya Jimenez A love story,I thought it would be.The ending unveilingmy reality.From beginning to endIt was all deceit. Felt the butterfliesin my stomach and sparkswhen we first kissed,the cliché,you know how it is. Powerful and wonderfullover you were,yet a…