the silence in this mouth erodes breaks down the enamel the protective coating is gone now the silence in this body is a bandage but the blood of the living keeps bleeding through seeping red gushing despair
On a warm spring-like winter day in January twenty-sixteen, I saw eagles. There were four circling tightly above the bell-tower of Knox United Church. They glided above what were four gothic corner spikes. One had been struck down by lightning in twenty- ten. Corner to corner they curved their flight barely stirring their feathers, but … Continue reading Winnipeg in January 2016: By Kelvin Iris
Dislike and disbelief Unwelcoming thoughts Churning Inside Seeping out sometimes Towards the outside world Exposing my inner being The thinness of honour And self-regard Self-hatred Another go at trying self-love Changing perspectives From animation to animosity Feeling for the most sincere dream Not realizing it is a delusion Trying for the best But realizing all … Continue reading Self-hatred: By Maryza Sage
Old man with wrinkled brow tell me what you’re thinking now… I think of memories, turned now to dust and golden times, covered now with rust. I think of rivers running clear and a lovely wife who was so dear. Of family sounds and laughter, too and a tiny home, round which ivy grew. Of … Continue reading A Life: By Jan McCartney
Disintegrating internally with so much hope Held inside; The death of hope actually; but maybe it is a rebirth. All the potential letters and invitations and pronouncements are like the cherished water gun. Or bumper cars and games of hide and go seek of childhood; when others made their opinion of you clear, … Continue reading Empty Envelopes: By James Adamson
The lights shine on her sweet smile And how you long to hold her. But she has not known love awhile. Who will try to save her? You can save her If you see The dark deep in her eyes she hides. She’s trying to hide. She’s trying to hide. This little girl, this frightened … Continue reading Lost Child: By Nancy A.M. Alexiuk, Phd.
Minds ponder Eyes wander Bodies always moving Trying to find proving Of what life is. Life is an Obsession, one looking For a deep possession. What is Art, without Life? What is Life, without Art? Art would not be without Life and would not be without Art. To be here today would not be without … Continue reading The Moving: By Peter Herget
The cold lonely sea swallows me whole there is nothing to console me, a tsunami of fear comes rolling towards me, my emotions a swamp, teeming with cold blooded life. I can dissect the facts of how I ended up here, mired in depression and desolation, no answer will rescue or redeem me, tangled in … Continue reading Drowning: By Cassandra Kulay
A disco orbit, street lamps jet up veins. In floating rocketship pace, tramping through black space. Down-tempos gush a dopamine hero caressing eyes in this blackout blow. Looking within, sinking by a warm telescope.
When the reaper comes to take me home, I may go to heaven or hell. Either way I will remember the times, I rised and fell. All the blood, sweat and tears, and all the courage and fear. Life is a puzzle we put together, 'til we die. We paint a picture, when we … Continue reading When the Reaper Comes: By Robert St.Germain