MALPENES PUXARRA CÓSMICU by Jose Manuel SÁNCHEZ
MALPENES PUXARRA CÓSMICU
Por Xe M. Sánchez
¿Pescáncieslo agora,
nesti tiempu de peste,
d’incertidume, de llerza?
Nos, que dexamos
les nueses güelgues na...
JOKER by Jason Wright
Joker
Working on something
is better than doing nothing.
Being a joker in the kingdom
is being the one with all the wisdom.
Walking any line
is better than a walk
In the dark,
seeing through sunshine is better than
showing your spots....
HANDS by Milton Ehrlich
HANDS
Can pluck a Stradivarius,
sculpt a David out of marble,
pleasure oneself, or a loving partner,
scratch an itch, pick your nose, wipe your ass,
write a play, applaud and give a standing ovation,
tie a shoelace or...
BUTTERNUT by Thomas Cook
BUTTERNUT
I am asked to change even my favorite passwords, in increments, in a base ten system, for the good of the algorithm. My friend and I have been sending one another local news stories,...
TWO LOVERS MEET by Edward Bonner
Two Lovers Meet
When his grave crumbled and departed,
a bright fresh guest will entertain.
He in contentment remain,
as the living will leave brokenhearted.
Numerous jewels have sparkled,
grayish hairs across the bones are plain.
There is a path...
MATTER OF LYING by Terry Brinkman
Matter of Lying
Midnight was my worst time for walking so terrifying
Two or Three opinions on the matter of lying
Modality of the bulimic
Her sunshade scented of urine flux
Acid smoke light from gun powder patronymic
Cakey sand...
DUMB BLONDE by Alan Cohen
Dumb Blonde
Was I his?
It did take me 50 years
To consider the possibility
I did always say:
“He was my best friend in high school”
Not
“We were best friends…”
I have no idea what he...
FOOTPRINTS ON THE HORIZON by Nardine Sanderson
Footprints on the horizon.
Warm rendition of the deepest valley, far can see the heaven's skies
Glazed within a new born dream, and likeness in his eye's
Furthermore my heart and soul belong...
NATURE’S FAN by Rhienna Renée Guedry
Nature’s Fan
golden light, a smell like downy wings of pigeons at the crown
of a young mother’s head. it is the first, if not the only thing i see,
shining brighter than a cherub’s flesh, a...