By: Mayumi Yamamoto “My favorite hymn.”This is the title I was given to write something aboutfor a quarterly magazineof our small Anglican church.But it felt very difficult to choose just one. I spent my high school dayssinging Christian hymnsevery morning…
By: K Vanaja Malathy My grandson with his self assembled and engineered drone,one noon, led me into the openness of a field.The drone is his self-built toy,Rubbing his sagacious nose, my little fellow explained the navigationalflight control techniques of his…
By: Anna Cates *Odesan outskirtsfalling on disturbed soildry locust leaf*cold Aprilheavy on his shoulderair bomb*partisans fordthe swollen river—songbirds*red horizongiving sway to bluenight’s swathing peace*war orphanswhat their eyes absorbeach snowflake*the forest’s depththose who know the waygrow only more lost*one comrade winksanother…
By: Michael C. Seeger The Kite I carry you running across a field of grass nestledon a spectacular Sierra Nevada Mountain ridgeline in August below Heavenly ski resort high abovethe vast and noble hue of Lake Tahoe’s blueness, you are…
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…