SIMPLE PLEASURES ELUDE ME LIKE FIREFLIES
SIMPLE PLEASURES ELUDE ME LIKE FIREFLIESBy Shirley Jones-Luke
Simple Pleasures Elude Me like Fireflies
Joy flits away in the moonlight,solitude is the crystal tears of starsdropping...
AS OF NOW – By Jim Hanlen
AS OF NOWPoems by Jim Hanlen
As of Now
I've just gotten used to wherethe creek and stone belong.They found their place a long time ago.
THE MAN-UNKIND BLUES #1 – By Henry Reneau
THE MAN-UNKIND BLUES #1By Henry Reneau
Anne Waldman
If you turn the Goddess to stone, don't be surprisedif she doesn't bleed. —Andrea Potts
TOURNÉE DU CHAT NOIR – By Susan Cossette
TOURNÉE DU CHAT NOIRBy Susan Cossette
Tournée du Chat Noir
It is a suitable night for lost souls.The Swiss Guard, clad head to toe in goldLead...
LULLABY ON WEST 133rd – By Laurel Kaye
LULLABY ON WEST 133rdBy Laurel Kaye
Lullaby on West 133rd
The plane collides and you arriveto murmurs of hyphenated welcomein the halls of terminal 4There was...
THANKSGIVING – By Obi Nwakanma
THANKSGIVINGBy Obi Nwakanma
Thanksgiving
It is the seventh month, and theUvene fruits are ripe again -The wild berries, plump with juice;The breadfruit, and the gourds are...
FORBIDDEN LOVE – By Ray Fenech
FORBIDDEN LOVEBy Ray Fenech
Forbidden LoveWhen they made love the first timeHe never thought she’d walk away;In his mind it was: until death do us apart.When she wiped his...
LOVE IN A WAR TIME – By Jeton Kelmendi
LOVE IN A WAR TIMEBy Jeton Kelmendi
Love in a War Time
Sometime I want them to happenThese thingsDifferentlyFor example, a heavy fog fell in me,Until...
CAPRICCIO – By Maureen Eppstein
CAPRICCIOBy Maureen Eppstein Capricciofor no reasonIl capro, the goat on the hillsudden, unpredictable change, as of one's mindhip-hobble, hip-hobblesomersaultscartwheelssunlight on white daisieson the verge of a city street, a dusty sunflowera garden planted...
SOME LIVING STRUCTURE IN THE UNDERLYING THOUGHT
SOME LIVING STRUCTURE IN THE UNDERLYING THOUGHTBy Carol Frith
Lepidopteron
A mourning cloak butterfly flashing winter maroonemerges from the creek willows,
its dark...