By John Grey The wick is as reluctant to light as the wax is to burn. Darkness is such a natural state it seems, even simple physics is reluctant to upset its status quo. You fiddle with the match. I'm wondering should I try to help, with gentle-fingers, aid you in the striking. But what … Continue reading IN DARK PLACES
FIFTEEN YEARS SERVICE AWARD
By John Grey Ah yes, vast symbol after fifteen years, success measured in the weight of two bricks, enough largesse to stop a ream of paper from blowing away. With this forever in my sights, I will always remember the incomprehensible, a thank you as useless as a bald man's comb. In other words, … Continue reading FIFTEEN YEARS SERVICE AWARD
“The Faces of the Seasons”
By Thomas Page If I were to spin a season from silk, Making human’d face out of spitting Image, who would we behold right there? Spring would probably be a young woman With flowers and orchids blooming from her Hair. She, like the softly-born breeze, would float ‘bove The groves and glens hued with forest … Continue reading “The Faces of the Seasons”
THE WOLVES OUTSIDE
By John Grey My dogs get antsy when the wolves howl. That wild beast is broadcasting something no doubt but, when they try to reply, it comes out as just pathetic howls or timid barking. They're not hungry like a desperate creature in desolate woods, mid- January. And nor as randy and lascivious in the … Continue reading THE WOLVES OUTSIDE
GROCERY SHOPPING HERE ON EARTH
By John Grey There's row after row and then there are more rows - some are stacked to the rafters with soda bottles and cereals - others are lower to the ground, piled high with fruits and vegetables - then there are the freezer cabinets - be quick in and out or the glass … Continue reading GROCERY SHOPPING HERE ON EARTH
“Regard”
By Thomas Page Rivers meet and separate without care To humanity’s wishes. They flow and ebb According to the cycles set before the rivers Began to speak with a soft rage cutting Rocks from earth , easing the seasons into The practices of these breathing an element Forming its very essence of water. From this … Continue reading “Regard”
SMALL FRY
By John Grey I've long since given up on history. From the beginning, it never liked me. My revenge will have to wait until the sun burns out, the earth implodes, and Shakespeare and the jerk who cut me off on Reservoir Avenue are on equal footing. History was just a comfort zone for … Continue reading SMALL FRY
Summer Rain
By Dr.Imbesat Maheen Syed She didn't want this drive to end, She wanted it for miles and miles. In this beautiful summer rain, In the middle of the night. She wanted it to go for miles and miles, Until it would break into the dawn, Where all doubts are gone, And all pain has … Continue reading Summer Rain
“Paying Homage to Jersey Cows on a Friday Afternoon”
By John Dorroh A friend dropped a white plastic bag onto the kitchen table. It was loaded with 3 cheeses from Marcoot’s Creamery – garlic herbed cheese curds, smoked gouda, and Quark, a spreadable creamy cheese with a sweet kiss on the palette. The wine was already open, just like my heart in an … Continue reading “Paying Homage to Jersey Cows on a Friday Afternoon”
“Collateral Damage”
By John Dorroh 1. The first snow is pretty – virgin flakes whispering through cold air, cascading from billowy, gray clouds, landing gently on barren ground, fresh, mesmerizing, hopeful, promises (leaving a film of anticipation) Sadly, it loses its beauty. 2. She grew up in snow, clutched by its cold, blue talons; favored by wise … Continue reading “Collateral Damage”
Academy of the Heart And Mind 