An onyx rock turningthe silver-brown watersand the mud handgrasping my leg, softlya child-land. My blood red topshivers, I am all wrongfor this and my shoesslide and stick,perhaps I am appropriate. A peach sky openingclimbs and explodes intopink bridesmaids carryinglittle light bearers,stars of evening. No smooth, reflective, surfacetells me I am pretty.perhaps, its better notto ask, … Continue reading August Feature ~ Cassandra Kulay: My Wedding
Category: Poets
August Feature ~ Cassandra Kulay: Mental Journey
The night ride worries me, in the winternight no snow gathers, threatening masquesare a summary of retrospective allegory.Leaving when I was pressed close to adanger I knew not of, it was often thestandardized lecture, when dusk fell, it wasthen that I felt the grief of departure, forholding on to all you have, this is the … Continue reading August Feature ~ Cassandra Kulay: Mental Journey
August Feature ~ Cassandra Kulay: Meaning
When unconditional excesses vanish,it leaves a frayed fringe unfinished,a blank sentiment, faith, no soul couldget near to it, traces of mortalityeverywhere, unbinding itself fromthe past, the fabric of existence, insucceeding meters, telling the storyanew without passion or crime,dying for the clairvoyance of themystic sellers even while continuouslyenvisioning your life as a worthlessrepealing of all intentions. … Continue reading August Feature ~ Cassandra Kulay: Meaning
August Feature ~ Cassandra Kulay: Heat
The heat, sweltering, a perfect storm,lightning outside my window,tree branches sway in the rain, thewildness insde me responds.I step outside, pelted by smallcold drops, feeling like I ammeeting my mythic self, thatfears not the nature I am one with.My soul is reflected in the turmoil.Struggle and pain assault me, inthe storm is washed away, I … Continue reading August Feature ~ Cassandra Kulay: Heat
When the Bats Fly: Robert St. Germain
When the bats fly up in the sky,there will come a new realm for you and I.We can flee this place with black-feathered wings.Far from this world of human suffering.A portal so dark will deliver us from the light.Forever we will dwell in eternal night.We will walk safely under the moon,as we rejoice in eternal … Continue reading When the Bats Fly: Robert St. Germain
Winter of Winnipeg: Richard Bartos
The weather that is bestowed upon us,so for, if extrapolated will make it,Appear that the season is a true bonus,and we can infer hopefully warm transitOf the elements in this processing timewhereby more can be accomplished with it,As will be seen by resulting happy chimes,And then taken rewardingly profitTo let the returns come back to … Continue reading Winter of Winnipeg: Richard Bartos
Thirteen: Randy James Hoffman
Will weep with angels when you leavePicture perfect prayers rising to meet heavenWill Heaven then smile and say"Ah yes granted"Gust of wind and starsArt to calm the soulSorrow no moreRainbow-being in the mistKissing us with passionProper names droppedFor new and radiant nomenclature'Cause I feel like weeping for joyFeel like reaping the benefits of all those … Continue reading Thirteen: Randy James Hoffman
Lost Time: Marjolaine Brodeur
Though many sayIt is soI say noThere is a wayTime cannot be lostThe seasonsAnd reasonsAs it is crossedAre as certainTo be passedAnd to lastBeyond drawn curtain
Clouds of Purple Thistle: Kelvin Iris
Gentle cloudsOf soft spheresCovered with fur linesSlightly bentDancing on the whisper of a breezeFur cloudsOf the purple thistleHaving the sweetest of scentsWhen blossomingProtected by the sharpest of thorn daggerSwinging highDancing low
We’ve Been Down This Road: John Oross
Early in the morningNot sure where you’ve beenDrinking yourself to oblivion.To forget the pain within.It’s a rough road.When your love goes cold.No use in pretendingThis story is old. We’ve been down,Down, down, down…We’ve been down this road. Every night you’re drinking,Hoping to forget your plight.Holding onto good times,Trying to make things right.But in the end;You … Continue reading We’ve Been Down This Road: John Oross
