Snowshoes are giant feet and music is the sway of uneven steps. Written memory creates preservation of the need to see snow in the sand of division between grains and flakes when time crushes all to some river telling tales of evolution we are afraid to sink into. Letters trail like powerful words because we … Continue reading A Summers Beach: James Adamson
Category: poetry
In The Third Degree: Andrews
It’s not that he left her stranded They were seemingly getting along Longevity stated it was in the third degree Then came the poetic justice They did not know each other from childhood But he accepted her with dreams of the past A dream of futures seemed so hard for him Then came the poetic … Continue reading In The Third Degree: Andrews
Pines: Cassandra Kulay
Bare and cragged rock faces, a hard sparkle scented like eucalyptus and spearmint. Blue darkening into a green haven for icicles and ornament, needles as soft as carpet, a plush growth of chlorophyll, the foundation of waiting with years turning, in preordained concordance to the seasons. Stopping with the satisfied hum of motor cars, parents … Continue reading Pines: Cassandra Kulay
Head in the Clouds: Wendy Leslie Kirsch
Got my head in the clouds. There I am in no pain It surpasses the knife in my heart or the bullet in my brain. The hurt I feel in this earthly place is melted away when I am given this grace. With my head in the clouds there I stand to refrain. Got my … Continue reading Head in the Clouds: Wendy Leslie Kirsch
Art of Life: Peter Herget
Does life imitate art? Does art imitate life? These questions need answers, as well as all answers, need questions. We must find where our paths lead us. Where we end up and what happens to us all depends on the choices we make, the decisions made, and the risks we are willing to take. Nothing … Continue reading Art of Life: Peter Herget
Clouds of Purple Thistle: Kelvin Iris
Gentle clouds Of soft spheres Covered with fur lines Slightly bent Dancing on the whisper of a breeze Fur clouds Of the purple thistle Having the sweetest of scents When blossoming Protected by the sharpest of thorn dagger Swinging high Dancing low
Brilliant Light: Richard Edwards
The stars are in the heavens their light allows us to see the beauty of the light the doves of sleep allows the dreamers to dream The writers to write their works that faith of the living to accept what the past has to offer The love is eternal it causes the song of mercy … Continue reading Brilliant Light: Richard Edwards
The Dancer: Joyce Lancaster
Gracefully dancing across the floor To the beat of eagles flying And the wind blowing As sweet music filtering Through the room The dancer is a beautiful sight to see And for all to adore.
The River Still Flows: John Oross
SOLITUDES ARE LIKE THOUGHTS WITHOUT SLEEP NO ONE IS AT PEACE, SINCE NONE SHALL CAPTURE NOR KEEP LIGHT RISES WITH THE DAWN OFF INTO THE DISTANCE PERCEPTION MISPERCEPTION HEAR THE CARRION CALL SINCE MY DEATH AT 12 I HAVE BEEN REBORN DEAR LADY, DEAL LADY, I HAVE HEARD YOUR CALL I AM HERE, I AM … Continue reading The River Still Flows: John Oross
Hope: James Adamson
I want to share our love with our lips, peck you on the nose, (you don't like that and I don't know why) I love your eyes the most, please, why don't you believe me? I will caress my lips on your closed eyes, share our love with our lips, look in our eyes, wish … Continue reading Hope: James Adamson
