By Eric Burbridge             Harris kicked up mosquitoes and rabbits scattered on his way through the high weeds on the side of the shed. He should be ashamed for such neglect. Marilyn mentioned it, but he ignored her. High winds…

By: Bruce Levine I accept who I am – I’m an empty bottle. Is that a metaphor for my life? I ask myself.             I’d just poured two glasses of wine for dinner and finished the bottle and, as I…

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By: Cailey Tarriane which means my words can’t come off odd because I can’t right thewrong with a blank sheet of paper,my mind is in the dark for the first time in a galaxy’s orbit-see, that pun is incorrect-every idea…

By: Henry Felerski Years ago, at this time of day he would have been found carousing, chasing women, or loudly playing music for all to hear. But now, the bard’s dark hair had faded to white and his pristine skin…

By: Alan Berger Everything lasts foreverNothing goes awayPain and pleasureAre permanent residentsIn your movementsAnd your stay I tried a courseIn memory lossFor the mud in me to tossIt said get use to meThe only thing to decideIs who will be…

By: James Aitchison Evil is inevitable.So is goodness.I know the course ofCivilizations.The wheel spins,Guiding your pure inner selfTo peace.I speak of inner safety,Release from mental torment.All men have been assignedTheir series of lives.The wheel spins their destinies,And they do not…

By: George Freek A MATTER OF PRIORITIES (After Mei Yao Chen) Things that once matteredNow matter to meless than a bowl of rice.Stars like insectsspin across the sky,but do they even exist?Sparrows hop from branchto branch with a purpose.They don’t…

By: Ruth Deming After my final sip of awful generic coffee, I donned my cowboy hat with latch at bottom so it wouldn’t topple off, and set out to walk the hilly block. Assiduously I avoided Bob, “the quiet man,”…

By: Raymond Greiner Walking the aisles of the local farm and feed store I read the various labels on the multiple feed bags; sweet stuff for horses, scratch grain for chickens, meat bird, layer crumbles, chick starter and at the…