THE STORY OF LIFE by Linda Casebeer
THE STORY OF LIFEby Linda Casebeer
The story of life
We could feel the evening falling around usthough it was noon when clouds covered the sunabove the chapel lit only by natural lightfiltering through the windowsand...
THE CLIMATE TODAY by Rafiki Chemari
THE CLIMATE TODAYby Rafiki Chemari
“THE CLIMATE OF TODAY”
Is God raging or crying?With these…Massive storms,And violent quakes.
The ones that make, break,And unequivocally shake…Cities, counties, families,And cultures!
So when (Uncle) HarveyCame to visit usIn theLone Star state...
AMUSING MY MUSE by Endika Sangroniz
AMUSING MY MUSEby Endika Sangroniz AMUSING MY MUSEMy muse stepped on the Earth and faced mortalitySince then, she is the icon of feminine freedomAn iconoclast from head to toeShe calls the shots, she soaks my...
OLD SCHOOL by Tony Tracy
OLD SCHOOLby Tony Tracy
Physiography
The phenomenon is irrefutable; a true scientificand earthly wonder, mathematical improbabilitythat leaves scholars of astrology scratching
their heads to explain, and pundits of scripture andChristianity gawking through their $10 cardboardsunglasses as midday light...
A POET’S QUILL by Antoine Airoldi
A POET’S QUILLby Antoine Airoldi A poet’s quill grows so slow;From a bird in mid air, too low;Loses its flight attendant, oh;Watch its mill flow even more;When the seasons change;The days shrink to an inch;All...
TWO POEMS by Austin C. Morgan
LOVE CALLS OF FOXESby Jack Conway
Love Calls of Foxes
Last night I heard the gray fox howl,along the old stone wall,three yips and then a scream,ungodly sounds,its ritual mating call.Love calls of foxes,reminds usthat love...
TEARBLANKET by Reuben Ellis
TEARBLANKETby Reuben Ellis
Tearblanket
To alter flesh, use the deciduous catclaw,the spiculumed acacia, tearblanketitscommon name, unpronounceable in ambiguity. I could describe it to you,three-thorned, polygamous flowers, pinnatepods, but you will know it because you willbe bleeding...
BORROW by Mike Li
BORROWby Mike Yunxuan Li
BorrowMike is not my name,I told you.I borrowed it from Bibleto roam the land of Uncle Sam.It’s my tuxedo and pasta,a manbehind which the I hid and ate,slept, woke and educated.Shame...