By: Chuck Orloski For the past 10-years, I tried to make up for lapses in weekly Sunday church envelope contributions by working as a volunteer at the St. Ann Novena food stand. To impose penance and exact a measure of punishment…

By: Jeo Jenny Loved you by my soul Dared to hurt myself for you Simple parting made me in tears When I happened to hear your name I smiled within Each moment of yours kissed me The moment came real We…

By: Ruth Deming Boston Market, crucible of the western world stands as a watchtower on Welsh and York as Evelyn and I enter the air-conditioned splendor with joy and a sigh A long line of hungry people snake around the…

By: Ruth Deming She took to sleeping on her screened-in back porch during these terribly hot nights in August. A long chaise lounge took up half the room and lay on the green carpeting that looked like freshly mown grass. Her…

By: William C. Blome You show me someone who’s familiar with hawks That swoop only for barbells, And I’ll show you a goofy lummox Who’s undoubtedly rarer than the birdies In question. And, okay, it’s your refuse-heap love For me…

By: Pavle Radonic Would be interesting to verify with B/P, but certainly this place produces calm, ease and releases some strong endorphins. The music needs to filter out from the kitchen unobtrusively like this, almost beneath consciousness. One little precociously…

By: David Churack I remember that it was rubbish collection day when I died. The strongest emotion I felt over the whole day was bitter resentment at the metaphorical implications. Truth be told, though, I was ready to die. I was…

By:  Sri Ram Looking at Vega walking briskly on the sands of the Sahara Pigo asked “Where do you go?” “I am gonna see God” Vega said without even turning his head towards Pigo. Pigo walked along with Vega. He…

By: Linda M Crate other women are graceful and thinner than i swans floating in the air shimmering in all their beauty perfectly content with their apparent beauty, but i have many windows open and closed some boarded shut and…

By: Linda M Crate i hide in the hallows of words trying desperately to melt away the husks and shells and pieces of me that i don’t like to lovingly caress my virtue, and make excuses for the dirtiness painted…