EVENING NEWS by Alan Britt
REMEMBER WHEN THE CRUSADES WERE
THE GOOD OLD DAYS?
Was there lots of raping and pillaging during the Crusades?
Or just the right amount?
Was there too much, dare I say,
greed involved
like some aberrant cult addicted
to Manifest Destiny?
Have...
THE FIRST LOCKDOWN by Shera Hill
THE FIRST LOCKDOWN
birdsong splashed mornings
grass-shadowed fawns
quail, rabbits and
coyotes
abound
a brief reprieve,
Brothers and Sisters
Fool’s Gold
how lonely we’ll be when you’re gone
I read once that nothing is ever lost.
Does Gaia hold you always in her heart—your spirit,...
THE CORK OAK OF PORTUGAL by Reed Venrick
The Cork Oak of Portugal
Riding the bus down and along—
Lisbon to Faro on the Algarve coast,
passing through dry, hilly forests—
from the distance of your seat, they
seem to be the same burly oaks
of California—many with...
VISITOR FOR THE DAY by Duane Anderson
Ms. Know-It-All
She seemed to consider herself an expert
after only donating one time prior,
and from the look that she gave me,
I definitely got the warning signal that it was
beneath her needing to review the advance
reading...
YELLOW by Byron Beynon
BEETHOVEN
A memory within music,
a ripening
with vineyards overgrown,
and your mind's ear in tune;
alert with days
you look through a small window
at strangers,
the relentless wave-pulse,
uncorked knowledge
on a journey
through a territory
where time gathers
shards of meaning.
A frustration of the...
VIRTUAL REALITIES by John Lambremont
The Solo PerformerThe tiny ballerina, hersummer run long over,limbs brown and withered,hanging hair disheveled,bends stiffly at the hip,shriveled hands stretchedto the tip of an extended toe,frozen in a permanent pose of thanksfor praise of...
LIE WITH ME IN THIS MOMENT by Sarah Stephens
Lie with me in this moment
sink into the book of me
where all my stories wait to be told. Take out the pages
and read–
It’s not quite Spring here– where Winter lags in the heat
and humidity...
AMULET by Mary Jane White
AMULET
voice of Penelope
62
All the young men came in
But you were never there
Standing as likely under a rafter
Off-center
Visible enough
63
As a still small-footed
Never old & wandering vine
Your trunk the exact imperfect
Square pillar
64
Light red leaves
On a low...