Lava tinged flickers, by the lantern room, swell soundlessly in unpaired horror. A thrum hammers in chest Scattered words rummage in slithering murmurs. Low hoarse moans launch from the shaded profile lurching with bent posture. Propped in the hall, all slams pitch dark, roaring with creaks. Falling to the baseboards, a pulse glows in retina … Continue reading Hell-mare: Cory Buchanan
Category: Kaleidoscope
Winnipeg The Creative Vortex: Dawn Mcdonnal
It is cold in Winnipeg many months of the year. What else is there to do but art? You know we are busy creating art, the population is too low for anything else. So what is Winnipeg's appeal? What about it creates the amount of artists that it does? I think it is the energy … Continue reading Winnipeg The Creative Vortex: Dawn Mcdonnal
August “10 on 10” – Editorial
In these next ten poems we find spirituality, faith, love, strength, legends of experiences lived in fantasy, and testimonials of shared real experiences. For those who are new to Kaleidoscope, we publish ten poems (sometimes prose as well) on the tenth of every month, under what we call our monthly “10-on-10”. Please do enjoy our Kaleidoscope … Continue reading August “10 on 10” – Editorial
Gerbilwocky By Susan Maria Rowley
The musical ___like godspell _____only different skittering down deserted ___back alleys _____full of payday fervor with jazzy hands ___floating into BFI bins faithful to the deities ___of the half-basement suites where hollyhock's ghosts ___whisper saxophone memories in the damp nights of temptation ___ the gerbilwocky will survive even this _____ and other busloads of _____peanut … Continue reading Gerbilwocky By Susan Maria Rowley
Only the Wing By Randy James Hoffman
It was only the first time, I never knew. I never knew it would be like this. The very Earth moving in my hand. I tried to understand it. How this could come to be. Ah you are young my friend, and filled with prophecy. Only the lover can know the kiss, only the poet … Continue reading Only the Wing By Randy James Hoffman
You: Cassandra Kulay
You are near and dear to my soul, you are the part that makes me whole. You are my world, I am quite obsessed, even when our love is put to the test. Each day is a snapshot of how we feel, my love for you is a story no one can steal. Between us, … Continue reading You: Cassandra Kulay
Building a House on the Beach in Zanzibar with Caroline: Jim Beckta
Cutting the clay found in outcrops on the beaches of Zanzibar. Finding pockets in the coral where you will soften the clay with water from the sea. Forming the soft clay into rough bricks by hand and letting them dry. Doesn't matter if they are irregular. You can use lots of mortar. Put them in … Continue reading Building a House on the Beach in Zanzibar with Caroline: Jim Beckta
Assorted Haiku: Jim Beckta
I was not to feed the fog But it just took it And I am hungry Roaring fog all around me I can't turn it off If only I could go home Cutting pieces of fog Cutting pieces of cubes If only I could use them Pleading with the white fog to move away It … Continue reading Assorted Haiku: Jim Beckta
The Man: Tania Skelly
A man’s man With a whimsical Boy’s heart. How he delighted us From the very start. True to his lady Nothing is above Acceptance and resilience Gentle breeze like Wings of a dove. Forth comes every kindness Tales of happy lifting truth. Gentle man From better times. Soul of gleaming Handsome youth.
Licorice Lines Scrambled: Joyce Lancaster
I like licorice the lines remind me of twist and turns like twizzlers I love any kind of licorice I also see lines that remind me of a never ending maze that pet rats may find challenging. Also, the lines reminded me of a peppermint candy cane, it may be an entrance way with many … Continue reading Licorice Lines Scrambled: Joyce Lancaster
