LEARN BEFORE TEACHING by Edward Lee
LEARN BEFORE TEACHINGby Edward Lee
TO BE THE OCEAN, TO BE THE MAN
In the oceanI become a wavecrashing onto the shore,pulling sand and stonesback with...
LIFE, LOVE AND HOPE by Ezekiel Archibong
LIFE, LOVE AND HOPEby Ezekiel Archibong
LIFE, LOVE AND HOPE
I try to reach high to the skyand admire the simplicity of life.The lilting song as...
IF A TREE FALLS by Diane Webster
IF A TREE FALLSby Diane Webster
MALFUNCTION
Summer heat surfs up southern wall,slithers into swamp cooler ventsto vaporize water meant to soothehumans inside the office thusconverting...
A VIEW OF POLITICS by Christopher Di-Filippo
A VIEW OF POLITICSby Christopher Di-Filippo Deciphering PoliticsRefuge of a different voice= (equals) an apology in motion.Our policy has always been – (minus)the previous government= (equals) individual fascism.Economic indifference2 (squared)= (equals) households held...
HOWEVER RICH by Cameron Morse
HOWEVER RICHby Cameron Morse Shave GelTheo says Mama and hands mea hair from your head so long its endshave twirled together. Today isthe bottle of my shave gelhe won’t let go of as if it...
SPEAKING WITHOUT LANGUAGE by Jan Little
SPEAKING WITHOUT LANGUAGEby Jan Little
Speaking Without Language
Nurses, family friends and we all grappleWith an articulate mother suddenly unableTo speak to us now.
INTIMATIONS OF AUTUMN by Phil Kemp
INTIMATIONS OF AUTUMNby Phil Kemp INTIMATIONS OF AUTUMNSunlight fading, a chill wind drives awaylast of the day’s heat; in the forestI walk through, the turning of green to redis my life,darkening in the...
SPECTACLE by John Grey
SPECTACLEby John Grey YOU WANT ME TO COME HOMESure I miss the snow.That sunlight twinkle.The purity. The fineness.And this steamy heatis like a python squeeze at times.I laze aboutGet nothing done.It’s weather for...
THE SAME BOAT by R. S. Stewart
THE SAME BOATby R. S. Stewart THE SAME BOATThe contraption we still cling tohas layers of catastrophe lowerthan the steeper ones we soughtin our daily dreams, sailingor swimming safely to shoreand out again,...
MACHINE SHOPS by Roger Singer
MACHINE SHOPSby Roger Singer
MACHINE SHOPS It’s a long whistleputting the handon men and womenas the earth tiltspulling them pastopen wooden doorsinto the mazeof machinerywhere generationsstood and countedhours and yearsuntil...