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...
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...
POKHARA, THE CITY OF ANGELS by Bikal Paudel
POKARA, THE CITY OF ANGELSBy Bikal Paudel
Hour Hand’s Message to a friend
Dear minute hand,
I wait for you for an hourAnd you leave in a minuteMaking me wait another 59Till we are again alignedWe both...
LITTLE BLACK BOY by Daniel Jackson
LITTLE BLACK BOYBy Daniel Jackson
LITTLE BLACK BOY
after William Blake
As a stubborn child my father hit me,his hand glistening black as AfroSheen came down like coal-tarand dyed me blue as a Nelly Queen,because I sparkled, I...
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 kiln, the sun exhalesafterlife upon you.
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Stepping into your silhouette -a breathing . . . irreversible memoriesor prophecies from...
RETICENCE by Rick Adams
RETICENCEBy Rick Adams
reticence
a heart shatteredlike a brokenmirror; the shardsof glass slitthe wrists ofa man’s desire
plagued with lonelinessand fear andhatred and distrust;happiness lost atrial and wassentenced to death
a soul abductedand held captiveby emotional scarringthat may...
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...
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...
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 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,...