By JoyAnne O'Donnell Spring’s Necklace Spring whispers flowersEarth’s special colorsGiving us loveWith each fascinating twinkleIlluminating with graceGentle breeze of lightRainbows of showering loveBlue sky of springGlistening rain lays on the petalsCharming necklaces of bloomsRooms of views in many heart’s gardens. Golden Compass Golden light Giving us suns sightPure hands guiding Maps to follow us homeTo … Continue reading Spring’s Necklace and Golden Compass
Family of Flares
By Haydn Wells A family of unorganized lettersAs some are jumbled, laying amongst others that are kept;Some letters agree upon the otherWhile some are merely checking on another.Some do not know the difference between right and wrong While others know but are too headstrong to admit their wrongs.Some do not care what the other letter … Continue reading Family of Flares
Hypothermic Dream
By Titoxz I In the void where shadows whisper,Where light refracts through fractured faith,A silent dialogue—dissonant, distant—Emerges between the echo of a godAnd the ghost of a penitent heart.Did I, in my spirals of doubt,Unravel the threads of our covenant,Or was it You, who, in the stillness,Withdrew the breath of divinity,Leaving me to suffocateIn the … Continue reading Hypothermic Dream
Dream on Dreamer
By Timothy Law Once upon a time, I used to dreamI would imagine finding a princess both fair and sweetI would make her my wife and love her foreverOur happily ever after, or so I thoughtNow I am older, I understandPrincesses don’t fall for guys like me, shy, reserved, quiet as can beBut, I have … Continue reading Dream on Dreamer
Caravaggio
By Matthew Lee And again, today, I look, a frenzy, wasted breaths that mouthed civilities and ersatz pastiches of backslapping to elevate the atomic consistency of the air, and remembering that to others, against the vitreous backdrop of the drawing room, we are simply caricatures laying out platitudes to Chet Baker, and Davis now, and … Continue reading Caravaggio
All Alone
By H. L. Dowless All alone, talking to myself. Alone, staring at the walls, ‘tis only me and nobody else. Alone, with my own mixed up thoughts. Alone, with my haunting terror dreams; hearing whispers all about, I must be going mad so it seems. It's only me, seeing what I want to see, reading … Continue reading All Alone
Schism
By Glenn Marchand We seem amiss, afield. I search for keys; in turn, to angle a piano. Something grand; something full of grace. A piano that speaks. I was like a sponge, collecting keys, pausing to whiff the breeze. An inrush of thoughts, feeling musicians—the art, vivacity, and velocity. Over ink spills, plums and pears, … Continue reading Schism
My Heart is Soft Again
By Charlotte Bartow Fuchs An old man plays the saxophone,his pruny fingers press on the golden buttonsas the music pulls me deeper into the train stationmy heels clicking on the white tilethe music swirling through my beingI see God when the curtains riseI am the first person up to give a standing ovationmy heart is … Continue reading My Heart is Soft Again
Theatrical Residency
By Alex Andy Phuong Focusing on the fundamental Is absolutely essential To living life on Earth,And for what it is worth,The miracle of birthCan give a person a role to playWhile being alive day by day,And come what may,Being the hopeThat shall light the wayCan offer inspiration And a cause for celebration,So remember to pauseDuring … Continue reading Theatrical Residency
one rotten apple, Golden Delicious
By Sheena Patel A poisoned mindlike a bad appleappearing shiny and newand taking up a seat at the table.Seemingly innocuous, butsecretly dressed in a stormits venom and toxinsseeping from its core.Sitting in the bowlwith all the other good applespretending to be something it’s not,something it will never be.Its seeds and stema virulent cocktaildisguised, incongruous so … Continue reading one rotten apple, Golden Delicious
