By: Jim Bates Choirs singing songsOf peace and joy so soothingLike snowflakes falling. Kids falling asleepSafe and warm with Christmas dreamsOf sleigh bells ringing. Soft lustrous moonlightFills the night with visions ofSugar plums dancing. Children’s laugher ringsWhile old folks share…
By: Cailey Tarriane A creature with qualities of a bird who can soar high and low,face ups and downs, zigs and zags I am unready for, I, a birdwith the comforts of its nest, well provided by its twigs, self-builtbut…
By: Elizabeth V.Koshy An excavator pounds the rock,earth moving machines claw outboulders to make boulder-hills,from the first light to evening twilight. Working to the dictates of the concrete mixeryellow-helmeted automatons, apparitions in grey,collect the spewed out concrete in wheelbarrowsand empty…
By: Alan Berger Do you rememberWhat day we met?What time it was?That my shirt was redYou laughedAt everythingThat I said What we drankAnd how manyThe waiter’s name too? I know you don’tBut I do I don’t rememberThe promises to you…
By: Radomir Vojtech Luza American Original I was born out of Hitler’s bloody diseaseStalin’s scarred and shredded knees Raised in the Deep SouthWhere African AmericansHang from treesLike gray moss Schooled in the finest Catholic institutionsOf higher learning where hypocrisyWas the…
By: April Mae M. Berza Percy Lapid is the Phoenix Rising from the Ashes We can because we believeWe believe because we canStill, we rise above the challenges. We dream it until we make it a realityWe make it a…
By: April Mae M. Berza Dale As I Dream of the Stars at Night I’ve seen you before in one of my dreams,gratitude embraced you and the universe of versesconspired to make you a reality, you smiledat me, and I…
By: Christopher Collingwood The Feeling Returned The feeling returnedwith the season –the strand of yoursweater, caught beneaththe wing of a bird, unravellinga forgotten desire, a momentreturned by the flock,instinct carried beyondour misgivings. Knowing nature –I saw the uneasinessin their wild…
By: Chase Reed A tree on a hillSits tall and strong.But the tree doesn’t feelThis is where it belongs. One gust of windBends the tree east and west.North and south once again,It sways more than the rest. “My roots cannot…
By: E. Martin Pedersen The Toxic Wha That guy, that guy, that slapped mein high school, I’ll neverforgive him, that guy’s toxicI won’t sit with him at the50th class reunion, we werein P.E. playing soccer for thefirst time — it…