FOUR POEMS by John Casey
Perfect Day
Leaves dancing, rustlingDelicately caressedBy the soft breezeA whispered wind song
Patches of sun, dartingBreak through branchesCascade and collideIn prismatic collageOn the forest floor
Nestled in shadeMossed rocks, mushroomsAnd unfurled fernsScattered at randomAlong my earthen path
I...
SUNDAY AFTERNOON by Stuart Rawlinson
SUNDAY AFTERNOON
by Stuart Rawlinson
Commutations
The morning commute begins on the hourAs nighttime and daylight adjoin in friction.Buses interrupt as I squint for my number;Balanced and hovering on the kerb’s edgeIn front of staring commuters like...
WILLOW AND BARK by Sally Sandler
WILLOW AND BARK
by Sally Sandler
Somedays I Am That Cypress
The past has all blown east.The Monterey cypress felt it leavein the teeth of a Pacific sea squall.Ever since, the cypress has leaned easttoward the...
THE TROP by David Somerset
THE TROP
by David Somerset
The Trop The game drones on.The Trop is a “pinball game” baseball field, named after orange juice.A hit ball striking one catwalk is a double.If it hits another, then its a...
RETURN by Angela Shepherd
RETURN
by Angela Shepherd
Return
You came to me as I took my first breath, the spirit which filled my lungs and energized my beginning with grace. My life dependent on your presence, inspired by your mystery,...
FOCUS by Antonio Rios
FOCUS
by Antonio Rios
NOVEMBER 17, 2010
Clouds slowly rolled across the sky overhead.A heavyset man sold hotdogs at the street corner.Three young children played on a swing set.The leaves fell from the trees steadily,a soft snip when they...
SCAVENGERS by Hank Kalet
SCAVENGERS
by Hank Kalet
Father Becomes the Son
He says he should justhave a heart attack. Done. And whenI reprimand, I feel the embersof past fires burningin my gut. At eighty,he’s earned his self-obsession, but pityis not...
MULTIPURPOSE by Robert Travis Hicks
MULTIPURPOSE
by Robert Travis Hicks
The Gallows
Head hung, haunted by hoary whispersA time before the milk curdledBefore you leftBefore the mirror met meAnd explained better than anyone ever couldthe depths of my inadequacy.
Morning comes, I lie...