By: Ken W. Simpson Sailing A lonely boat in an angry oceanrolling with the wavesheaving and shedding the seasdiving deep and risingsurging towards a calmer haven. ### The Detritus of Evolution Distant echoes of familiar placesblurred and aged by timeof…
By, Karen Lee Stradford Lillian Maria-You’re the first personto show metrue love,teach meto respect myself,othersand worship God. My best friend-It’s difficult to express exactlyhow much you mean to me.Somehow, no adjective seems suitable.You’re a proud lady who knowsshe’s blessedand leads…
By: Bruno Rescigna A Midnight Walk Around My Neighborhood The peace and safety of daylightgive way to the suspicions of darkness. Sounds imperceptible in daylightgrow ominous in the night’s quiet.A leaf scraping across a sidewalkcould be a footstep.Parked cars become…
By: Karen Lee Stradford We grew up together,next door neighbors.Our siblings close in ages, like steps. We were always full of life, playinghide and seek in the backyard,running around the basesand riding our bikesto the corner store for snacks. We…
By: Jim Bates Early morning sun.Casting golden glowing light.Dewy grass sparkles. Summertime gardenFlowers blooming cheerfullyRefreshing the soul. Fresh corn-on-the-cob.Sweet golden and white kernelsTasting of summer.
By: Richard LeDue Special Enough To those who are always the victor,remember defeats can be smallas cobwebs we can’t reach with broomsor large like an arachnophobiawe don’t talk about,and that losing is what makes winningpossible, especially when everyone’sgiven a gold…
By: Deogratias Kagali I was chasing the clouds all alongMy gaze fixed to the heavensMy feet treading blindly on earth I invested my all to this questUnnoticing the world around meGrowing insensitive to the reality. People to me seemed to…
By: J. K. Durick Ancestors I can picture them, can’t youOur ancestorsThere in their huts and hovelsImagining a new life elsewhereThinking of moving onWanting something betterFor their children, grandchildrenEven their old ageI picture mine finally gettingTired of the acceptedThe things…
By: Anya Barlett there along The Bundas my reflection fadedinto the hazebefore I crossed the Huangpu Riverto Nanjing Road,the world’s busiest shopping area.The sun a forgotten friendto my face as my nervessweated off my skin, sinkinginto the ground under my…
By: KJ Hannah Greenberg A False Epistemology A false epistemology, affected steadfastly, makes life unlivable.Even had we most desired effects, services, we’d need miracles.Truth persists as consequential to originators, to people aspiringTo gatekeeper roles for questionable plus indisputable purposes. Altruism…