SALT by Robert McCloy
SALTby Robert McCloy
Old St. David’s (Cheraw, SC)
August pines and majestic magnoliasStand testament to centuriesOf weddings, Sundays, funerals;Gentle, torrid windAdorns the forlorn, silent yard.
RUNNING by Stella Prince
RUNNINGby Stella Prince
Tell me now, what do you think?I might never love again.What can you say to me tonight?So I’ll believe in you again.
Cause...
CHERRY FLOWER by Daniel King
CHERRY FLOWERby Daniel King
Centaur Zenith
We see the galaxy below usEach star with azurite fire allureThrough Delta prisms they are peerlessTransformed like cerium laser lightFor...
LEARN BEFORE TEACHING by Edward Lee
LEARN BEFORE TEACHINGby Edward Lee
TO BE THE OCEAN, TO BE THE MAN
In the oceanI become a wavecrashing onto the shore,pulling sand and stonesback with...
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LIFE, LOVE AND HOPE by Ezekiel Archibong
LIFE, LOVE AND HOPEby Ezekiel Archibong
LIFE, LOVE AND HOPE
I try to reach high to the skyand admire the simplicity of life.The lilting song as...
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IF A TREE FALLS by Diane Webster
IF A TREE FALLSby Diane Webster
MALFUNCTION
Summer heat surfs up southern wall,slithers into swamp cooler ventsto vaporize water meant to soothehumans inside the office thusconverting...
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A VIEW OF POLITICS by Christopher Di-Filippo
A VIEW OF POLITICSby Christopher Di-Filippo Deciphering PoliticsRefuge of a different voice= (equals) an apology in motion.Our policy has always been – (minus)the previous government= (equals) individual fascism.Economic indifference2 (squared)= (equals) households held...
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HOWEVER RICH by Cameron Morse
HOWEVER RICHby Cameron Morse Shave GelTheo says Mama and hands mea hair from your head so long its endshave twirled together. Today isthe bottle of my shave gelhe won’t let go of as if it...
SPEAKING WITHOUT LANGUAGE by Jan Little
SPEAKING WITHOUT LANGUAGEby Jan Little
Speaking Without Language
Nurses, family friends and we all grappleWith an articulate mother suddenly unableTo speak to us now.
INTIMATIONS OF AUTUMN by Phil Kemp
INTIMATIONS OF AUTUMNby Phil Kemp INTIMATIONS OF AUTUMNSunlight fading, a chill wind drives awaylast of the day’s heat; in the forestI walk through, the turning of green to redis my life,darkening in the...