IN ANOTHER MAN’S POEM by Gordon Roberts
IN ANOTHER MAN'S POEMby Gordon Roberts
After the Service for RudianneAfter the serviceAfter the prayersAfter the family gatheringGoing through his stuffMy sister shows meHis All-Star Cons in blue suedeHis feet...
IN THIS GREAT AND COMPLEX WORLD by Carla Carlson
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SHE IS A WOMAN by James Evan Gates
SHE IS A WOMANby James Evan Gates
ImpermanenceStop what you are doing and take a nap.Your bed is calling. The rain is falling.Our long and arduous expedition has come...
NOTHING LEFT TO SAY by George Freek
NOTHING LEFT TO SAYby George Freek
THE DEAD (After Mei Yao Chen)
A sultry breeze weakens,as the dying sunfalls like a ball of lead.A raven searches...
WHISPERS by Makayla Minnich
WHISPERSby Makayla Minnich
Whispers
When I am still, I start to think,And thinking rarely serves me well.My mind recalls hurt feelings, fear,And empty threats on which...
Selections from CALL ME ISHMAEL’S APPRENTICE by Eileen Flaxman
Selections fromCALL ME ISHMAEL’S APPRENTICEby Eileen Flaxman
Certaintyis thy savior.In this storm–tossed,tumultuous world,with death to our leftand our right,we look to TheeWho never waversWhose word is law andWhose punishment...
OPEN BOOK by Dominique Williams
OPEN BOOKby Dominique Williams
The Consequences of a Dream
A bitter truth wrapped in translucenceA fervent hope dashed upon consciousnessA trip to UtopiaA descent into Hell
TEENAGE ANGST by Omar Reyes
TEENAGE ANGSTby Omar Reyes Teenage Angsti was never really in lovei was only sleepwalking with a loaded gun aimed at your forehead15 miles away comfortably decaying on an empty twin bed covered in batman sheets listening to my favorite band singing about broken body...
HONEY JARS II by Allie Rigby
HONEY JARS IIby Allie Rigby
Bones
Where I am from, women have brokenfingernails that dig in the dirtlike badgers, looking for bones. Bonesmean yes, a lovely...
CERTAIN THINGS by Steven Lebow
CERTAIN THINGSby Steve Lebow
I.
Today is Tuesday.I have begun to think aboutcertain things.
Women, wearing tight skirts,pass me by. I make asidesthey...