Poetry

AMUSING MY MUSEby Endika Sangroniz     AMUSING MY MUSEMy muse stepped on the Earth and faced mortalitySince then, she is the icon of feminine freedomAn iconoclast from head to toeShe calls the shots, she soaks my...

A Moveable Meditation It is the kind of day best taken n inside a truck -- heat on, wipers against the windshield, and the rain and leaves falling in unison but not of equal parts – maybe a hundred raindrops...

OPEN UPBy Roger Singer OPEN UP  There was an unwillingnessof movement.A stretch like tree topsin a tempest.A few indistinguishable wordsslipped clumsily into the air.The visions were intangible;the onesyou think you touch butfail to feel.It was a...

The Rights of A Girl In summer solstice, lightning in midnightpulls you from cosmos—rain stormsthe waterscapesYou walk backward, making space aboutthe need to start becoming. To thosewhom you see and embrace, you keepin with poetry,...

MORNING SONG by John Leonard  No Cream, No Sugar Being awake feels like having eternal patience.Nights slowly dripping into my orange coffee cup. I don’t remember who gave it to me,or where I got it from. Like most...

IMMORTALITYby Manuel Madera  ImmortalityConfessions last—       The snow plummets to    The nameless ground we  Have crossed and hopped        Along the sidewalk of evermore   We stroll and skate       I did not know           I did not   Whether true...

A POET’S QUILLby Antoine Airoldi   A poet’s quill grows so slow;From a bird in mid air, too low;Loses its flight attendant, oh;Watch its mill flow even more;When the seasons change;The days shrink to an inch;All...

INVOCATIONby Wim Coleman    InvocationYouis the mantra of mantrasthe talisman wordYouis the text of the massnot to be uttered backwardfor that is the way of hateYouis the space between voicesthe measure of that spacethe bridge acrossYouis...

Walker Percy She was always fun. No one knew her otherwise. At least those of us ...