Gatherers

By Paulette Calasibetta I combmoats ofcrumbling fortresses gathering sea glass,opaque – beryltreasures. I hear thevociferouslaughter of children exploring frothybarnacled jettiessearching briny treasuresfilling bucketsof show and tell. overhead ~screeching gullsin nomadic rhythm pluck outofferingsspawnedby the sea. Paulette Calasibetta writes to express what is seen and what is unseen.  Inspired by nature, and the spirit of the human … Continue reading Gatherers

Early Morning Stillness

By Brenda Mox As fortune passed its meridian,the moon shut herselfwithin her chamber,girdling the great hill hollowwhere greenness grew over brown bedsrich in verdure shadows,giving force and fixednessto new impressions.From a cerulean skyuniformly clear of cloudsor evil feeling,the sun drank dew dropsfrom light illumined orchard treeswhile early morning stillnessslumbered everywhere. Brenda Mox is a poet … Continue reading Early Morning Stillness

On the night I had hot dogs and baked beans for dinner

By Susan Kolon Previously published in Gnashing Teeth Publishing's September 2024 issue It was your birthday, little sister. You got a new bike, sheened in lustful boysenberry, tassels hanging from sky-high handlebarsand I was jealous. You let me boss you when we played, I had tobeat you, always. One night I staged a race, hurried … Continue reading On the night I had hot dogs and baked beans for dinner

Seasons of Change

By Casper Orr Cycles encapsulate a multitude of things;the seasons, circles of the lives of monarchs,and my unstable self-image,ever-changing with the yellow leaves in autumn.Cycles bring change.If the whisper of it from past my shoulder did not paralyze me,I’d be in several different places at once, scattered in winter squalls.Change surges waves of intrusions into … Continue reading Seasons of Change

Dawn

By Kal Stein Soft light under gray skiesA gentle rain fallingThe quiet sound of waterWashing the grass and stonesSoothing my soulThey are all asleepWarm under the coversStill dreaming, wrapped in memoriesAs the morning beginsWaiting for no onePossibilities aboundTo be seizedThis day will not happen again Kal Stein resumed writing poetry after retiring from a lifetime … Continue reading Dawn