Yesterday Spring has sprungBut whether lamb or lionMeteorologists knew notFor it was neither one nor the other. Being of two minds as it isWe must prepare for the unexpected.Cold and warm spells to rattle us,Then followed by true spring. Warming our hearts finally,Having made up its mind,That the solstice must be obeyedSo that summer may … Continue reading Spring: Marjolaine Brodeur
Category: Poets
My Creativity on Open Display: John Oross
By living your life through actions benefitting others,Builds a house from love and light.More precious than that of anything material.I dwell within this construct of mine,sharing what I create from time to time. My many Wandering Thoughts often do take hold,framed with wisdom, born out of love.A gift that I share for free.Yet, within my … Continue reading My Creativity on Open Display: John Oross
Diagnoses of Past Lives: Jacob Carr
I unfold pinkcarbon copy andread the scrawl1. MDD resolved(severe major depression my prodromal phase)2. Perceptual alt. r/o psychosis(psychosis later ruled in)3. Cluster B traits(disproven later after leaving behind guilt and self-doubt)4. Migraines(still omnipresent)remnants of PX-2some souvenirmy lifeat seventeenone year laterthe pink sheetsimply readsSchizophrenia
A Broken Window: Robert St.Germain
There is a broken window in my head.Who threw the rock to make me dead?Who left the scar that will never fade?Who created this plan that was made?Who is the boogeyman that waits in the hall?The demon will laugh as it punches my balls.The voices are phantoms of my fractured mind.They use me even when … Continue reading A Broken Window: Robert St.Germain
Zelda is a Sassy Witch: Joyce Lancaster
Why should I keep this old lair with cobwebs on the ceiling? And this outfit should be sheer black with green lace. I have this eyeball casserole. Should I roast it? Or cook it until it's black in a 500-degree oven. Who wants to start on the eyeball rice pudding? Now get started, my dear … Continue reading Zelda is a Sassy Witch: Joyce Lancaster
Power of Nature: James Adamson
To the Glory of GodTo Gwyneth, with Love It reminds me of being at the cottageThe power of nature, the power of waterAs it grows like woodThat can’t be broken Time etches the rocksThe wood feedsThe future where rootsWill flow again Fossils swirlInto our mindsLike our first steps and in the sunWe dig little holes … Continue reading Power of Nature: James Adamson
Standing..: Cassandra Kulay
Standing,in the half light of the moontouched by elusive fragmentsof dreams.Instincttells me to screambut it is only you.Night terrorsand old friend, returned,to guide me, lost in thisnetherworld.You give me things,I never keep in dawnthey haunt me asunbroken circles becomebroken dreams.Jagged landscape does notcut only saws away at mebut I seek no unkind peace.At least not … Continue reading Standing..: Cassandra Kulay
200 Woodlawn St: Jacob Carr
Playing catch witha neurologistis where Ifind myselfafter 45 minutesof inquisitioneach longanswer followed byhead nods theresident feigningunderstanding whenhe could nevera life of neurolepticsone after anotherfor twelve years haveleft me herea reflex mallet poundsmy chesta quiet mutter ofclonus about myright tricepbradykinesic movementsand a full stridewith reduced arm swingsI feel failureunder this examinationquiet reassurancesfollow me outthe door
The Easter Bunny: Wendy Leslie Kirsch
The Easter Bunny'sStoppin' byTo say HiI'll tell you whyHe's got so manyEggs to get hidHe needs to be ridBecause you'reSuch aGood little kid
So Close: Robert St. Germain
The days are starting to warm up,and the streets are getting slushy.The air isn't so bitter,and the breeze is more friendly.It has been a long winter,but also a good one.My soul yearns for the spring rain,and the grass on the ground.I wait for the death of one seasonas I wait for the rebirth of another.It … Continue reading So Close: Robert St. Germain
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