REFLECTION by Dennis Herrell
Reasoning
Reasoning saysWe all have to dieYou sayIt’s a step to foreverI sayHeaven is highAnd I am earth.
Reflection
Two images remaineddistilled from some human show.
A black man hanging from an oak,body limp, head tilted left,devout crowd...
IN THE WIND by John Drudge
In the Wind
Over the ridgeWhere we came of ageWhere we saw the endOf forgivenessAnd the slanted windScratching tracksAcross backsOf forlorn beastsWhere we graspedAt strawsAcross nighttime starsAnd wept for the sorrowOf every tomorrowIn the wind
A...
BEST FRIEND by Ellouisa Chen
Best Friend
Fey-eyed, nightgown-clad,Her hair well tousled;In her hands a bear or doll,The silhouette did not reveal.
She was my best friend,Her ears where secrets were whispered.
Her dreams, I learned;Her love, I treasured.It nectared bitter days,And...
THREE POEMS by Phil Huffy
Future Perfect
I walked the old street last night,finding your front stepsnow claimed by other lovers
and saw them in shadow light,knowing that such timesare youthful, frantic moments
when the future lies distantand reminiscenceis a comfort still...
A LULLABY FOR HOME by Dibyasree Nandy
A Lullaby For Home
The floating white fire in the night sky dimsAn outline looms, is golden-hewnAcross the crag, beyond the cloudsOur home seen in the horizon.
It’s no mere delf, a realm at the hilly...
SLEEPY WHALE by Terry Brinkman
Sleepy Whale 214
How many broken hearts ourBroken in the shade of the nightToo weak to gasp courting deathNow his toes to the daisiesPitch silent dark night of deathWhen you are dead you are deadThen...
Torquay Summer 2023 by Julia Vaughan
Torquay Summer 2023
Summer Twenty-Twenty Three is bigSo many peopleParked cars wiltingScorching hot, glinting windscreensTowels, chairs and boogie boardsDogs and Eskies
Not many hatsUV Index is Extreme
Bikinis are tinyG-Strings minisculeAbundance of fleshBottoms bouncingSupremely confident
Acceptable on the...
GOVERNADA by Oksana Mauricio
PortugueseÁfrica, A Minha casa em Luanda, Angola
Quando eu era criança, a casa onde nasci existia muitos anos antes.Entrando da parte de trás, onde se localizava a cozinha com pintura e um verde pálido,O forno...
BEAMING by William Combes
Ode to the Beast
Without doubtIt is my body,That sees, feels, and shouts.
Without doubt,It is my body,That perceives an accomplished clout.
It’s done so much,Become so much,Since in the soup it first crawled out.
It did so...