By Thomas Page If I were in charge We all say to ourselves Things would be different. Different, yes, but better? I’d like to think that I would make a positive impact in I were in charge But that impact would probably funnel into a selfish whirlpool. Where did you think the idea of … Continue reading Alphabets: Zeta
Poems by William Doreski
Self-Storage These long and narrow boxes contain the rolled-up spirits of people we’ve tried to love. Some died in metal on metal. Some ballooned and exploded. Some drifted far out to sea. Some haven’t died yet but shed their ghosts when they lost their faith in the scent and texture of things. … Continue reading Poems by William Doreski
Canyon Views
By Tom M. McDade The timbre of Cheyava Falls, Quaking aspens, cliff Roses, fern, and currant Bushes, pinyon, scrubby and Prone ponderosa pine Clear Creek Trail, Heat, thirst, heart attack Angel Window–arch natural Cape Royal Rock–Geodesic Service marker, hefty fine Or prison, damage or theft Famous mule rides down Zigzag switchbacks Chopper and airplane wrecks … Continue reading Canyon Views
Poems by D.S. Maolalai
Stone dead. my mam used to say each summer in the garden that "a bee will get in your ear and burrow down and it'll sting you stone dead" - perhaps to teach me I should clean my earwax. though I don't know - is that a common lesson? sitting at the table … Continue reading Poems by D.S. Maolalai
Haiku by Thomas Page (319-337)
319 Hummingbird feeder In a hibernating tree— My bare hands are cold. 320 April showers wash Away Japanese flowers— Bonsai gardener. 321 How could I ever Count the raindrops on windows— Reflection of stars. 322 My foot plunges in Puddles deep as trenches chilled With the absent light. 323 A faceless chamber Voting against … Continue reading Haiku by Thomas Page (319-337)
Conversation
By Chris Zaremba I watched you fall asleep last night.. I watched you slip away as darkness slipped his arm around my shoulder, in your place. The beating of your heart kept time with the ticking of the clock as minutes turned into hours, awaiting my time to clock out. Instead, I listened to … Continue reading Conversation
“Painter’s Tape”
By Thomas Page I am student teaching a senior level class in Washington, DC. They have to write some poems on these prompts. I decided to try all 30 of them. However, I will not say what the prompt was but what its number was. Prompt #30 Painter’s tape lines the room I wrote all … Continue reading “Painter’s Tape”
Poetry by Nelson Kamkuimo
Strange love Whoever said the day was better than the night Had never met with the night face to face Before cursing the night Think of the moonlight that glitters like gold Think of the fireflies sparkling like stars Think of the stars themselves Dressing the firmament with a royal coat Children are afraid … Continue reading Poetry by Nelson Kamkuimo
Read it well
By Gary Porter What is a teardrop if you really think It could be our way of writing without the ink And why do they leave track's upon our skin Do tears appear when our heart is thin Where do they go when they have done fulfilling their task Do fairies really collect them in … Continue reading Read it well
A Vacancy
By Poppy Scarlett One insignificant white bench – wasted fragrant roses falling into the blankness of the oncoming darkness. You sit I lean - watching as the sun sinks further caressing all those sleepers who lie themselves warm in their imaginings. No ins – no outs other than to say here we are coming together albeit as two … Continue reading A Vacancy
Academy of the Heart And Mind 