I was out on the front porch the other day, sitting on my throne, surveying the land, thinking, what a good king I am! And up arrived a couple peasants of mine, Snowball and Achoo, I looked at them and said, table for two! Went and got each of them a plate of tuna. And … Continue reading Table for Two: Gerald Herron
Category: poetry
Pollution Cassandra Kulay
Just minutes to reminisce, saying to myself that was the high time of my existence, not seeing the dark undercurrents or smelling the brackish waters. The high time when everything was clean, packed, pressed, preserved with salted vigor, the newness mesmerized my consciousness, how routinely productive an efficiency of work could be, the lack of … Continue reading Pollution Cassandra Kulay
The Color Blue: Darryl Peacock
The world of calm, tranquil and beauty turns chaotic cold and careless as I turn the pages of my youth to middle age, to old age. To reflect, as to gaze longingly At the shadowy images that come Crawling back to me from my past It haunts me to insanity I dare not question lest … Continue reading The Color Blue: Darryl Peacock
Fragmented: Hanna Friesen
There is truth a piece - a nugget that you share with me and away it goes into the schizms of my mind as I receive noddingly what you're saying... but because there is no connection between these schizms- as they are bolts of lightening - shooting around my pattered mind- the meaning is lost … Continue reading Fragmented: Hanna Friesen
Silence of a Still Day: James Adamson
Silence of a still day though the grass and trees sway in the air. Belonging to a power that encircles with your hug. Pressing for reasons that elude the captive audience of strangers that know the future but condemned me years ago Circling my life in a slow outward spiral like in a maze started … Continue reading Silence of a Still Day: James Adamson
Sunday Morning Twenty-Eleven: Kelvin Iris
It is Sunday morning twenty-eleven. Everyone is running an election, like Wild Bill Hickock in the Greatest Show on Earth, only a little more reserved I'm looking at the early beginning of the sunrise on the West Side of the sky. There is a rose pink shade above gentle thin clouds, a kind of blue … Continue reading Sunday Morning Twenty-Eleven: Kelvin Iris
Seasonal List: Margot Block
this memory, the crunch at your feet a whisper of me in the sky where you abandon me to blue and light and the wet, cold, grey under feet the pink toe, blue and frozen pale too like an innocence of mine puddle me brown in an autumn desert leaf clutched to this tread in … Continue reading Seasonal List: Margot Block
Meeting With the Unknown Future: Peter Herget
You don't meet nice people every day. Every day is different. Every moment is precious, take time to cherish all the little things especially the time you spend with each other. For it is when we stand together is when we conquer our goals whatever they may be. Friends and loved ones are special, they … Continue reading Meeting With the Unknown Future: Peter Herget
An Oasis: Robert St. Germain
I wish I had an island from time to time. A place I can go when there is too much on my mind. I wish I had a fortress to get away sometime. I could just sit by the fire writing my rhymes, have a place of peace and solitude, Maybe the world would not … Continue reading An Oasis: Robert St. Germain
The Mask I Wear: Stephen Sigurdson
Emotions are there, they affect us in every way, as we become adults, many of us hide them with a mask, deep, submerged, in our soul they stay. I have a productive and friendly mask, to show you I am successful, that I am alright, I need reassurance from others when I accomplish my task, … Continue reading The Mask I Wear: Stephen Sigurdson
