By: David Sapp Rather Warm Rather warmI’m certainYou’d agreeWe’ve fiddled aroundFor far too longNow everyoneWatches RomeEverything everywhereBurning brightlyNeedlessly thoroughlyAnd you and IWe are all NeroMindlessly pluckingStrumming hummingCatchy tunesIn our comfy airConditioned apocalypse There’s Brutality There’s brutalityOn the front pageAbove the…

By Taylor Dibbert Nothing breaksA marriageQuite likeA midlife crisis. ### Taylor Dibbert is a writer, journalist, and poet in Washington, DC. “Rescue Dog,” his fourth full-length poetry collection, was published in May.

By: Duane L Herrmann ODE TO ERN MALLEY Do an “Ern Malley”as the pranksters did:assume a male persona,pretend to be a poet,make up new versein strange new ways,and shock the otherswho thought they knewwhat a poem was.Open doors which morefollowed,…

By: Ranjit K Sahu A killer summer Causality of an unsolicited relationshipMy heart wanders around the dusky huesThe summer sky grapples with cloudsComprehending what’s false and what’s true Wishes metamorphose into murmurationsChanging their shape and intensityAnd in those abstractions sketch…

By James Aitchison He was born a British prince.  His father was Queen Victoria’s youngest, brightest son.  He was educated at Eton.  Lewis Carroll, a family friend, dubbed him a “perfect little prince”.  Yet he was denounced in Britain as…

By: James Aitchison When all is calm,when every ripple is smoothed,when every doubt dispelled,the four corners of the worldare yours.None shall limit your horizons,none shall steal your wisdom,none shall thwart you.Old whispers are no longer heard,and your breath is eternal.When…

By: Jim Bates Big white moon glowingShining bright across the skyLighting up the night. Crisp late summer nightThey snuggle warm under quiltsMoonlight bright with love. Old-time country roadSwirling dust clouds rise and settleIn a timeless way. Gentle dawn sunlightFlowers glowing…

By: Emmanuel Papa Quansah When you see tons of placardsflying without flairWhen you see hundreds of fistsvertically punching the airWhen you hear millions of hungry voicesshoutingWhen you see thousands of jobless feetstamping the streetWhen you see our teenagers and adultsslapping…

By: Debbie Tunstall 1) Love in the fast lane You worked at the ‘ used car ‘ dealershipwhen you sold me your love, discounted to half the price-And I bought it. After a quick test drive, and a signature on…

By: Ian C Smith. At last he lands a real job, regular, not stop-gap: reasonable wages with overtime, albeit monotonous graft reached by driving in peak hour traffic, the idea of the car as freedom thwarted.  He hasn’t been told…