Patience is a fruit of the spirit, which is difficult to grasp. As time we come closer to what we ask, or come to make peace with, or even understand, hopes withheld or dreams dashed. The end of patience is to accept the burden of waiting for results in their own good time, and appreciate … Continue reading Patience: Cassandra Kulay
Untitled: Fran Clearwater
They stood in a circle Like a necklace of iron. They were waiting for a white calf to transform. They are Dakota with sweet grass in their stomachs. They are waiting for a white calf to transform. While the black eagle screamed and moved across the sun They stood waiting for a white calf to … Continue reading Untitled: Fran Clearwater
Flashbacks: Rob St Germain
I’m having too many flashbacks And dwelling on the past I must focus on the moment For the moment never lasts Yesterday is done and there is nothing I can do So why should I feel bad, Why should I feel blue Walking backwards does not get me ahead So why should I worry until … Continue reading Flashbacks: Rob St Germain
Single Parenthood: Wendy L. A. Kirsch
I’ll cook the supper I’ll feed the cat I’ll throw in the laundry There! That is that! I’ll do the dishes I’ll wash the floor I’ll bathe the kids But wait, there’s more I’ll get them all scrubbed Then I’ll read them a book Tori has a boo-boo Let mom take a look I’ll fix … Continue reading Single Parenthood: Wendy L. A. Kirsch
Calm Community: UR2004
Coffee sits warm in the pot Creative calms more than a lot Words can’t explain the feelings in the room Regulars just know, what to assume Calm community feelings day after day The experience is just too hard to say The only way is to go and see for yourself Even to just look at … Continue reading Calm Community: UR2004
Cemetery: Cassandra Kulay
Entering the hush of the cemetery, I am nervous and I am wary. I wonder why I thought this was necessary. The ghostly parallels from tomb to tomb. Looking up at a full moon. Wondering if these spirits will show themselves soon… waiting patiently for them to cross the veil, separating life from death. Do … Continue reading Cemetery: Cassandra Kulay
You Launch Me: James Adamson
You Launch Me To the Glory of God To Gwyneth, with Love I lie here just waiting to listen to your music Slide into some paradise by default At the same time i want to fight for my life I want my brain cells to coalesce For things to gather into my heart beat For … Continue reading You Launch Me: James Adamson
The Rain at Night: Robert St. Germain
The sky is dark and dreary, all I can see is the stars And now I’m thinking of you, wherever you are The branches on the trees are like fingers blowing in the wind Now is the time when the witching hour begins There is a black cat on the fence, with glowing golden eyes … Continue reading The Rain at Night: Robert St. Germain
Untitled: Cassandra Kulay
We are taught that the truth will set you free, and honesty is the best policy. That when faced with trials, to thine own self be true, and we all hold back sometimes when the truth is overdue. Resentment can fester when we keep quiet about words and acts that erode our souls. But angry, … Continue reading Untitled: Cassandra Kulay
Overcast Alienation: James Adamson
Overcast Alienation To the Glory of God To Gwyneth, with Love Passing a hand in front of a face Walking on paths of uniform concrete Trees decidedly budding with grey bark Greyness of birds in flight An internal depth crossing oceans Into dry jokes of motion sickness Wondering if its real The way deep days … Continue reading Overcast Alienation: James Adamson
