By: Amrita Valan Sand Deep Sans Loss She pullsA stoical faceUpper lip pursedLower lip curled.Her grace is wooden. Hair bondingMedusa moments.Coffee cup PausesRelaxed reveries. The morning beachesshored up…Wet sand excessesCastle building halted. Sun lit waves recedeInto eavesCornices cobwebbedCreepy eerie crevices….
By: Thomas O’Connell Virtual Weather All my dataHas been storedIn a thunder cloudSomeday soon, it will start to rain As a downpourReleasingLapsed friend suggestionsRecently deleted emails All my bygonePhotographsEventuallyGathering in curbside puddlesSplashed onto the shoes of someone waiting for a…
By: Alan Berger You don’t have to look upI have the proofIt may be a thought, a bit too abruptBut we all are sleeping under the same roof And yet I am getting so used to making the same mistakesI…
By: John Grey SHELL COLLECTING Shells roll out of the ocean,former homes, having parted ways with their dead,tumble a little, then dig in as the wave recedes, for even the inanimate have instinctswhen there are strollers about, beachcombersready to stoop…
By: Leigh-Anne Burley Mr. Mouse and Mr. Clarkes A chunk of cheese fliesout of the mouthof a mousewhen his cornerof the universe tilts. In the opposite cornerof the universeMr. Clarkes, while eating cheeseis knocked off his stoolsending the cheeseacross the…
By: Addehadid I Miss My Demon Always sitting among the angelsI miss my demonFighting in one’s own court, alone in the dungeonI always fought without knowing anything,Of arrogance, he has no wingsHe never counted anyone’s blessingsHe likes the lonely dress…
By: Jim Brosnan Shifting Through Photos They never returnedto the gravel paththey hiked last Octoberor the woodland landscapewhere they spent hoursunder naked silhouettesof hickory, maple, and birch. In this photographshe wears a longblue peasant skirt,he’s in dress slacks.They carry sweatersand…
By J. L. Lewis The Deer I can’t say who was startled morethe white-tailed deer or myself,she in the midst of her forageand I lost to my thoughts.It was rare to see a doe alonefor they are more communalthan the…
By Karen Lee Stradford Applause It’s an intimate setting.The tables are small and tallin the cafe.People clapas I walk to the podium. I wasn’t prepared to sharebut got the nerve.My notes are crumpled,cell phone in hand.The microphone is lowered. I…
By: Manasi Maharana Amidst the gloominess of night,The moon instills tendernessand aroma of love. It radiates..The love that’s serene,The love that’s virtuous,The love that’s delightful.As the night deepensThe love inside intensifies.It seeketh for warmth.It urges comfort.It strives for heavenly bliss….