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
The Squirrel and the Nut: Joyce Lancaster
The squirrel and the nut He decides whether he found a nut up the tree He discovers he has hidden the nut there He then decides he has outwitted the animals in the wild He said look who’s the smarter one And the wild animals are out of luck
Untitled: Fran Clearwater
In the beginning there was only the Deep. So God made a Nautilus with a fancy shell but no feet. Because Nate couldn't walk he decided to swim. He rolled with the currents full of Gods vim. God looked at Nate and was proud of his boy. He understood Nate was lonesome and longing for … Continue reading Untitled: Fran Clearwater
Tense Harmony: Logan Xiong-Powell
Through Dense Forest, I Stalked The Bear, With Rifle Raised, And Steady Stare. The Hunt Was Long, The Chase Intense, But In My Heart, A Sense Of Fence. I Tracked The Bear, With Stealth And Skill, And When It Came, I Willed Myself To Take The Shot With Care, For In That Moment, I Was … Continue reading Tense Harmony: Logan Xiong-Powell
The Butterfly: Cassandra Kulay
The butterfly is a symbol of transformation. Overused perhaps, but apt. Wrapping itself in a protective cocoon, the caterpillar, swaddled like an infant, slowly growing and evolving its painted wings, as we grow into full sized human beings. A swarm of butterflies migrating, is beautiful to see, and the metaphor can set us free. Even … Continue reading The Butterfly: Cassandra Kulay
The Rat: Robert St. Germain
The rat is in the sewer walking through the muck He is running around, down on his luck He has a dream of living free And he longs to wander by the sea He gets bored of this labyrinth so he heads up to the street This is the place where tribes compete He walks … Continue reading The Rat: Robert St. Germain
Which Way the Wind Blows: Robert St. Germain
Which way the wind blows?Will it be fortune?Or will it be misfortune?Will we which our dreams?Or will we only scheme?Fate is a tricky thing.And it doesn’t always have luck to bring.It’s a roll of the dice to give it a try.And so often it’s hard to get by.And when it doesn’t work out it makes … Continue reading Which Way the Wind Blows: Robert St. Germain
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