To the glory of God, to Gwyneth with love. Where shadows break free of concreteBark on a winter tree tells talesPeople duck awayLove reaches its heights in a hand shakeSweat is like hair gelClothes never fitFamilies offer a closed fistFriends hang in suspenseStepping into church with pants around his hipsHaving to wonder about the intentions … Continue reading Baptism of a Transient: James Adamson
Category: Poets
Throw It Up: Robert St. Germain
Throw it up and get the poison out.You don’t have to live with the pain and the doubt.You don’t have to keep the pain inside.You can find some courage and some pride.You don’t have to backtrack.So don’t give yourself a heart attack.The past is gone so far away.Tomorrow will be another day.It’s not a crime … Continue reading Throw It Up: Robert St. Germain
Our Pets: Robert St. Germain
These are the free friends in our lives.They keep us company on our lonely nights.They love us unconditionally and they don’t care who we are.And their kindness can go so very far.They make us laugh with their funny ways.And they cheer us up on a cloudy day.It doesn’t matter what kind of animals they are.They … Continue reading Our Pets: Robert St. Germain
Cyber Fix: Robert St. Germain
I now plug my mind into the main frame.I am escaping the real world.Into a fabricated universe.Here I can be anything that I choose to be.And I feel totally free.I never want to leave this place.Here I can be the hero or the villain.I spend all my savings to plug in.But it’s well worth it.I … Continue reading Cyber Fix: Robert St. Germain
The Present: Peter Krahn
So how is it that sometimes you can just do things without thinking about whatyou’re doing, you’re present, in the moment, acting without analyzing howyou’re acting? This is no doubt the wonder and beauty of childhood. Kids justdo stuff. I recall when as young dads my friend and I would watch our kids play,play unselfconsciously, … Continue reading The Present: Peter Krahn
Untitled: Barby Hall
I filled the dish rack up with cups,and left them there to dry.My dream last night was full of life,and made me laugh and cry. I hopped a bus down to the bank,to pay a giant ransom.At least the robber in my dream,was humorous and handsome. I hopped another bus to take me to the … Continue reading Untitled: Barby Hall
Just Breathe: C.Fay Shlanda
BreatheTo gasp for airA ragged inhalationBreathing is not always so easy to do Fast is how it goes when panic sets inSlow is how it feels when I try to recoverThe rasp in my chest speaks volumesMy oxygen intake is short and shallowDeep is how I wish I could draw air inLong is how I … Continue reading Just Breathe: C.Fay Shlanda
Peace: Cassandra Kulay
Drifting snow brings peace, looking out at the landscapeit’s hard to believe there are wars raging, at Christmasthe wish for peace is a common wish and, for a while,we had it, but mankind is warlike and it’s only a matterof time before a nation decides to seize politicalpower and to hell with the innocents who … Continue reading Peace: Cassandra Kulay
Sir. Snow beard: Joyce Lancaster
I'm your urban cowboy with a southern drawl. I sleepwalk and drink a lot. Furthermore, I'm riding down to Clark's Dale ranch. How I don't get a branch stuck in my old beater of a truck. Haven't you painted it, Mr.? Are there any jobs wishing to hire someone like me? Try the local Employment … Continue reading Sir. Snow beard: Joyce Lancaster
The Cascade of Colours: Joyce Lancaster
Green, blue, yellow, red,Are the colours of the colour wheel.Blue, is supposed to be a calming effect for people.I used to resent my depression, but, if I could turn it into a positive cascade of colour, then I would know I’m ok.
