So fake, mistaken, misunderstand, it is me, what a mess, life is not what it should. In what must be a weak character, broken with no manuals, mechanics with no answers, not sure what to say, not sure what is needed, or where to get that part. I write with these negative words as an … Continue reading To Be Able To Cry: Stephen Sigurdson
Category: poetry
Happiness Amongst All: Peter Herget
Nothing is as exciting as it once was before. But everything changes and we change with the times. Nothing may be the same; it doesn’t mean that we have to stop enjoying what is around us. Life is never as expected; you just take it day by day, moment by moment. No matter how fast … Continue reading Happiness Amongst All: Peter Herget
A Season to Remember: Robert St. Germain
Let’s all raise a toast to a good Christmas, And a happy new year. Let’s hope for a bounty of cheer. We have left old feuds at the doorstep. And be far from our regrets. Bask in the warmth of those we hold near. And taking the music that floats in our ears. If you … Continue reading A Season to Remember: Robert St. Germain
Christmas Night: Jordan Derksen
It was the night before Christmas. I was 12 years old. My master plan was to catch Santa in the act. I stuffed my bed with pillows to make it look like I was asleep. I snuck down to the living room and hid behind the couch waiting near the milk and cookies. Hours went … Continue reading Christmas Night: Jordan Derksen
Look Inside Your Heart: Joyce Lancaster
Through the eyes of another Simple as a child’s smile White as snow Soft as a kitten As white as the lights On the Christmas star All lit up A new beginning is going To come while we wait For the first snowfall A blissful hope is born Let’s not lose that Joyous wonder of … Continue reading Look Inside Your Heart: Joyce Lancaster
Crying Clouds: Jan McCartney
The rain still keeps on falling. It falls in a steady rush. It’s been three days, already. And the snow has turned to slush. Then a car races by in front of you And a waterfall subsides Leaving in its wake a drowned out rat That runs on home and hides. Smell of humid clothing … Continue reading Crying Clouds: Jan McCartney
The Spirit of Childhood Happiness: James Adamson
To the Glory of God To Gwyneth with Love There was a day in my early teens that suddenly the magic of Christmas vanished. Otherwise I was an implicitly happy child that time of year. It is since then that a lesser expectation has given life to my thanks for what I get. And … Continue reading The Spirit of Childhood Happiness: James Adamson
Turtle Island: Cory Buchanan
Sunken, striking roars, shower and sweeten by a twilight totem. Offering angles of the cosmos, cascading growls birth and die. Heaved, daubing the winter air. Fit to a glimpsed bear, chasing the fog of northern light.
History Revolving: Cassandra Kulay
The wind in a steampunk engine, gears grind with precision. Rollo May's theory of intelligent design, the machine used to whine, no god just man's common insight, all hail the Industrial Revolution, efficiency the hallelujah of the future. Empty factories and sometimes green, where soot and fog used to be, we extracted from the challenge, … Continue reading History Revolving: Cassandra Kulay
Contagion, Contemplation, Continuum: Richard Bartos
More, more meditation to bring realization, of nirvana and momentum of mindfulness, allowing the wheel of Dharma to bring fruition, of all its positive aspects and banefulness, to be ousted from each life gleefully results, this showing that inverse proportionality can, be accomplished as good is up and bad to ban, because it is a … Continue reading Contagion, Contemplation, Continuum: Richard Bartos
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