Leonard Cohen My Friend (V2) By Michael Lee Johnson Death is a bitch and a whore comes with hat on or off, Jewish, Christian or lover years ago called Nancy. Death is a passport, a left behind baggage note. My leverage sinks, I see you pass human. These my fears, your fright, being broke, old-royalties … Continue reading Leonard Cohen My Friend
Link
By Ryan Flanagan the living taught light shower gourds broken links for the dead the system down in soil beds crass corners hitched to flame despicable prize for bird-like men parasol flapping ends rock boy legs in a permanent run paper mogul checks his ink catacombs on top of heads x-ray box … Continue reading Link
Open Relationship
By Ryan Flanagan The mail and I have an open relationship I could send a letter to anyone I want a postcard even from bizarre destinations that may or may not exist stalactites gathering over my head like salty bats a message of panic of happiness of questionable penmanship … Continue reading Open Relationship
The Rainbow Kid
By Ryan Flanagan The Rainbow Kid was out with his satchel after each rain reaching down into his bag feeling around for the one he put there just two weeks previous as worms broke soil, the peckish birds always waiting he muttered to himself then turned and started for home. … Continue reading The Rainbow Kid
Blue
by Jeff Rodrigues Blue is quiet. It is the simple melancholy of life. The silent moments that do not need reason or explanation. It is the simplicity of existence and its ebb and flow. Blue is a feeling. It can weigh you down and push you forward. It is the bright blue sky … Continue reading Blue
Overturned Hockey Net, Meredith St., Little Current
By Ryan Flanagan I am walking along Meredith Street with a single bag of belongings. It is quiet, most peaceful. A few cars pass but traffic is light. On the front lawn of this house I see an overturned hockey net by the window. A red-breasted robin keeps pulling at the twine. … Continue reading Overturned Hockey Net, Meredith St., Little Current
April Showers Contest – Poetry 3rd place
A Touch of April Rain Rie Sheridan Rose There’s a rumble of thunder in the distance tonight, calling to my heart. And now, a tap at the window, as the rain comes to visit, inviting me to play. I answer the whisper, open the door, and step into the rain. Fairy kisses cool against my … Continue reading April Showers Contest – Poetry 3rd place
April Showers Contest – 2nd Place Poetry
Truth Reflected Within Raindrops on A Showery Eve By Linda Imbler What you were, and what you are, off-center, you, beheld through my raindrops of tears. What I remember, and what I see, not the same reflection, us, while viewed inside puddles on the street. Just hollow fact: lovers, friends, enemies, strangers exact.
April Showers Contest- Poetry First Place
Precipitation By Bernadette Perez Billowing thick clouds overwhelmed the sky Rain trickled Washed away frowns Smiles gleam upon children’s faces Smooth comfort milked in warmth Curdles my soul Frost forms on open spaces A cold mist Frozen ice needles stand at attention Appearance of glass across the surface ................Twinkling beauty in the streets Frolic in … Continue reading April Showers Contest- Poetry First Place
350 Seconds
By Max Worley It started with a bump. The oxygen masks tumbled out of their hidden alcove in the storage bins above the seats. The left engine sputtered and died before my eyes as I looked out the window. I leaned forward anxiously, then relaxed; I’d heard that planes are designed to be able to … Continue reading 350 Seconds
Academy of the Heart And Mind 