FOOTPRINTS ON THE HORIZON by Nardine Sanderson
Footprints on the horizon.
Warm rendition of the deepest valley, far can see the heaven's skies
Glazed within a new born dream, and likeness in his eye's
Furthermore my heart and soul belong...
DUMB BLONDE by Alan Cohen
Dumb Blonde
Was I his?
It did take me 50 years
To consider the possibility
I did always say:
“He was my best friend in high school”
Not
“We were best friends…”
I have no idea what he...
HANDS by Milton Ehrlich
HANDS
Can pluck a Stradivarius,
sculpt a David out of marble,
pleasure oneself, or a loving partner,
scratch an itch, pick your nose, wipe your ass,
write a play, applaud and give a standing ovation,
tie a shoelace or...
MALPENES PUXARRA CÓSMICU by Jose Manuel SÁNCHEZ
MALPENES PUXARRA CÓSMICU
Por Xe M. Sánchez
¿Pescáncieslo agora,
nesti tiempu de peste,
d’incertidume, de llerza?
Nos, que dexamos
les nueses güelgues na...
