AMERICA by Ken W. Simpson
AMERICABy Ken W. Simpson
File number thirty-eight
America
The land of the freea paradoxwhere hypocriteswithout ethicsor moral principlesembraced by hateare programmedto cheat the...
LOVED LETTER by Thea Tomaini
LOVED LETTERBy Thea Tomaini
Loved Letter
A letter sent from a long-lost loverOpened with much hesitation trepidationUnfolding it in thirds and turning it overReveals the paper...
THE PERFECT POEM by JR Solonche
THE PERFECT POEMBy JR Solonche
SONNET X
X is the first letter of the fewest words, onereason why X is my favorite letter.X is a person,...
MIND OF A BOY by Jhier Wells
MIND OF A BOYBy Jhier Wells
Mind of a Boy
When I was a boysummers were waves waitingto carry me to the ocean’s center.When I was...
REFLECTION by Louise Lever
REFLECTIONBy Louise Lever
Reflection
The blended-up shocking-pink skinsOf a handful of frozen cranberries from the USA mixedWith a frozen skinless banana driesOn the sides of my...
ONION by Amanda Leigh
ONIONBy Amanda Leigh
OnionIf I peel off your layers like an onion,Will I find the ripe in you?Are you somewhere down under,Holding an abeyance of the truth?Your mind is...
SIMULTANEOUS WORLDS by Mark Hurtubise
SIMULTANEOUS WORLDSBy Mark Hurtubise
Momentary Tree Visit
Oak -
holder of leaf nations,passageway for squirrels,jay and crow scribe.
From its...
HERE FOR THE FOOD by Tim Wenzell
HERE FOR THE FOODBy Tim Wenzell
Shoes (Global Warming Version)
A true woman evacuates with her shoesand makes certain that all of them,wrapped in garbage bags,fill...
AFTER HIS TOUCH by Leanne Talavera
AFTER HIS TOUCHBy Leanne Talavera
After His Touch
That’s how they’ll get you, throughyour eyes. It’s your eyesthat will cradle flickering irises. Thatwill swim in white...
FIREHOUSE BABY by Austen Roye
FIREHOUSE BABYBy Austen Roye
1. hang in there
my springboard is a type ofsocial solitudepublicly isolated with head downin plain sight.managed two maybe threehours of sleep...