By Michael Lee Johnson Just because I am old do not tumble me dry. Toss me away with those unused Wheat pennies, Buffalo nickels, and Mercury dimes in those pickle jars in the basement. Do not bleach my dark memories Salvation Army my clothes to the poor because I died. Do not retire me leave … Continue reading Just Because, Bad Heart
Old Men Walk Funny
By Michael Lee Johnson Old men walk funny with shadows and time eating at their heels. Pediatric walkers, prostate exams, bend over, then most die. They grow poor, leave their grocery list at home, and forget their social security checks bank account numbers, dwell on whether they wear dentures, uppers or lowers; did they put … Continue reading Old Men Walk Funny
Injured Shadow
By Michael Lee Johnson In nakedness of life moves this male shadow worn out dark clothes, ill fitted in distress, holes in his socks, stretches, shows up in your small neighborhood, embarrassed, walks pastime naked with a limb in open landscape space- damn those worn out black stockings. He bends down prays for dawn, bright … Continue reading Injured Shadow
Canadian Seasons Exiled Poet
By Michael Lee Johnson Walking across the seasons in exile in worn out house slippers, summer in Alberta prairies- snowshoes, cross-country skiing winter in Edmonton, Alberta. I'm man captured in Canadian wilderness, North Saskatchewan River. I embrace winters of this north call them mercy killers. Exiled now 10 years here I turn rain into thunder, days … Continue reading Canadian Seasons Exiled Poet
Fishing is Great!
By Pat St. Pierre
Summer Afternoon
By Pat St. Pierre
Wait For Your Turn
By Pat St. Pierre
The Look
By John Page
Summers Prayer
By Antony King Summer rain it cleanses Streaming down upon her face Removing all the hopeless thoughts At least for just one day. She looks toward the heavens With eyes that once shown bright Seeking what was once a dream In hope she finds the light. She prays to god in silence Please fill my … Continue reading Summers Prayer
Classic 70’s Chick
Classic 70's Chick (V2) By Michael Lee Johnson Classic 70's chick scent of these times gold digger want to be. Poet & scholar stuck on T.S. Eliot “The Waste Land.” She tracks down a few stray men, prospect hunks, & greenback dreams. Her long legs stretched out beneath this dinette table, these high wooden heels hang … Continue reading Classic 70’s Chick
Academy of the Heart And Mind 