By Ken Gosse My Heart Skips a Beat With resources replete but reserved for the youngwe would touch the ground just for a moment’s rebound,then zoom upward, inhaling the sky as our tongueat its zenith would taste every star to be found.Never bound by directions displayed on a map,in our flow we would go where … Continue reading My Heart Skips a Beat and Other Poems
Leaning Into the Notes
By Kelli J Gavin When she sings, it isn’t just something to be heardBut something to be experiencedElongating her neck, her mouth forming each new soundEyes squinting shut, feeling every noteThe rise and the fallWanting to communicate what she is experiencingHow the music is changing herTrained breaths accentuating the melodyThe music becoming her act of … Continue reading Leaning Into the Notes
The Lonely Beach
By Winter Burress I sit by the seaOn a lonely beachBut the beach and I Can’t truly be lonely,Because now we’re together.I keep the beach companyAs I talk to it,As I tell it storiesEven in the pausesOf my breath.The beach stays silentAnd it listensTo my every wordAs I pour my heartInto the cold ocean.As the … Continue reading The Lonely Beach
A List for Later
By Bradford Middleton I’m going to start building a list, A shelf of books, to read later on in my life,A shelf of classics I’ve so far overlooked.I’ll know that somehow before my lifeIs over I’ll need to read them just becauseThey exist and my mind will not be ableTo rest unless I somehow do. … Continue reading A List for Later
Today, Part 5
By Clarence Allan Ebert Fearful It’s a hot Thursday night & Sorrow sleepsthough less soundly than a fattened newborn,tired of poking her nose into everybody’s business. I am free to find bright glintsthe sun surrendered to a happy, so it seemed, shooting stara sliver of temporary brillianceafter all day bounding over the moon,and prepare my … Continue reading Today, Part 5
Winter Birch and Other Poems
By James Joseph Snyder Winter Birch stark white bones of bare birch protrudeinto the skytrunks rise up with splayed branches thrust out naked and rawdisplayed in front of tall trees of leaves still dyingtrees swaying with leaf-mass sails in cold amblingwind biding its time for winter stormswhile white bones stiff nothing to move them withwind … Continue reading Winter Birch and Other Poems
How Inconsequential It Is To Be Angry at the Stranger Who Grabbed My Breast and Remembering Loneliness
By Anandi Kar How Inconsequential it is to be Angry at the Stranger Who Grabbed My Breast For the first time I felt the rush of time spraying all over my body like a broken garden sprinkler when a man touched my breast and ran. The fridge, at home, glowed with the yellow of the … Continue reading How Inconsequential It Is To Be Angry at the Stranger Who Grabbed My Breast and Remembering Loneliness
Poems on Tenacity
By Solape Adetutu Adeyemi Hold on desperately She holds on desperately To the unseeing eyesTo the uncaring heartShe holds on desperatelyShe knows it’s destructiveShe knows it’s frustratingYet, she holds on desperatelyHopeful in the hopelessDependent on the undependable Immortality The urge to last foreverThe need to be immortalThe words to last for generationsDrawing creations yet unbornThose … Continue reading Poems on Tenacity
Autumn Call
By Bert Barry What impelled him to abandonwarmth – comfortthe security of his househe would never knowbut on a chill October nighthe found himself peering--only aided bya single powerful flashlight—avidly – eagerlypoised to enterthe narrow path opening amongrows of dry – dusty cornlong past the time for harvesting.He had never noticedsuch a path beforenow it … Continue reading Autumn Call
Franklin Street 1957
By John Ziegler The rag man, in his broken shoes pushes his cart along the brick street, calls out with chafed voice,“Papers, magazines, rags.”.All afternoon the air is still and pale,the yellow leaves pasted to the wet street.Near dusk, Schmoyer’s farm truck clanks onto Franklin Street,loaded with cabbages, and carrots,potatoes with the mud still on.The … Continue reading Franklin Street 1957
Academy of the Heart And Mind 