By: Bruce Levine Life often takesTwists and turnsProfusion of desiresOr goals yet definedPassions arousedBy inflated egosPretentious praiseUnwanted and under-fedSuccesses dismantledLike simple equationsThe highways forgottenRoads erased from mapsA simple rejoinderWhen life seems dismemberedA salve to the soulOr simply a laughThe times…

By: KJ Hannah Greenberg Virtue Signaling Publicly expressing opinions to demonstrate sagacious character is awfully fraudulent,A mockery of essential issues. One’s moral “correctness,” on matters seldom merits reader tillage, the likes of whichAre useless against woke mobs. Riffs rarely compensate…

By: J. B. Fite  The Call Who calls to me in the morningAnd bids me then rise and followJust as the new day is dawning?Sloth-I would answer “Tomorrow”And sleep through the hours passingWith a hundred dreams all hollow. I do…

By Marieke Steiner It’s dark out with just a fingernail of moon and no real streetlights on over the backcountry roads the night I decide to put Chase, my ex-girlfriend’s dog, out to pasture. As soon as I get her…

By: John Kucera  Glaciers The shovel, striking a root, thunkedAll the way down to my moist heart. An acolyte, I knelt to bury the plant toIts neck.Blame me for trusting coincidenceMore than fate.Hold me responsible for rose thorns.The sloping yard…

By: Puneet Kumar  It is Summer It is summerThe sun is roughI am on the streetFull of sweat I am thirstyI need waterI can’t find it hereI can’t bear it any longer I see an ice-cream parlorIt is not far…

By: Karen O’Leary I rest in tranquility,Meshed in peace.My heart embracesExternal paradise.Robins and bluebirds’Songs serenade me,Each slow step,Dancing with grace. Images, unspoiledNestle in harmony, Within my heart,Its refreshmentLonging to keepDancing instead…Life keeps meIntrenched inForever demands,Ever noisy cubes.

By: Jim Bates Summertime gardenFlowers so bright and cheerfulRefreshing the soul. Early morning dewDelightful Dancing DropletsSparkling in the sun. Dragonflies dartingThrough lush gardens reflectingSunset’s fading light. Deep blue turquoise skyBig white puffy clouds floatingSoothingly serene. Garden in full bloomBright scented…

By: Don Tassone I have a story I’ve never told anyone.  I thought I’d take it to my grave, but dying changes the way you think.      In the time I have left, I’m going to write it down.  Maybe…

By: Srinaath Perangur Incarceration I have known who they aresince I was littleI’ve seen himlike this. Reading theEconomist. Hidden in his bag:littlebottles of vodka. Willfulit is a different kind of forgetting altogether.I search for himThree quarters of a blueberry muffin…