PROLONGING by William Snyder
PROLONGINGBy William Snyder PROLONGINGShe told me towait a little while.I said okay,I’ll wait outside.Ry Cooder, JoniMitchell, somebodyin Chains—they play and play.I slept last nightin the hollow comfortof the downstairs couch.Alone.I asked herto come too,but she...
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 peopledestabilisedemocratically electednationsinstall dictatorspersecute and terrorise.
HIS HAND by Amelia Abdullah
HIS HANDBy Amelia Abdullah Dear mama,MamaThe first word of love to ever leave my lipsThe strongest name to call a womanThe hardest job to take onThe mightiest soldier to ever walk the planetThe most beautiful...
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 empty smoothie glass. The
Milk looks like sea foam, only it...
BABY POEM by C.H. Coleman
BABY POEMBy C.H. Coleman
Naughty
Feel delicious? Okay!“Decadent,” say it,think: herding happinessisn’t always enjoyable.
One button too far ona billowy blouse revealsenough already – two, nowan interstate billboard,
augments valley viewing.Obvious, but not obnoxious.Enough already! Walkinga third time...
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 a chasm;A puzzle I can’t seem...
THE LOVE OF LATIN by Howard Sage
THE LOVE OF LATINBy Howard Sage
Amidst the cost of all
that encompasses the
blankiverse these days,
tolls to pass this way or that,
lights to save pedestrians from
stalled vehicles en route
to dump their loads of food,
oil, chairs, desks,...
ODE TO MADAM CURIE by Bray McDonald
ODE TO MADAM CURIEBy Bray McDonald
Ode to Madam Curie
Whyfinds no comfortin reason.
Shoutingdoesn’t help.Beggingbecomes a fierce round eggfree to ponder.
What whips the creamof knowledgeis a sacrificiallamb.
The Madonna of the Lilies (William-Adolphe Bouguereau, 1899)
The pure white petals...
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, a thing, an agency, a factor,etc. of unknown identity. X...
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 to be blank.
It mirrors the look on my face in...