Somewhere soon is summer soon. I wish I was at the beach playing in the waves or walking barefoot. Sand between my toes, who knows I might find forgiveness in the water, a baptism of cold, after which I fold my towel and go into town, like any other season, summer has a sinister side, … Continue reading Summer Soon By Cassandra Kulay
Tag: poetry
Clockwork By Brittney Fox
She, who cries in the night, has her eyes dried by dawn. Sun rays seep through thin shades onto her sheets. She blames her red swollen eyes on little sleep. She goes through the motions to make ends meet, holding onto the secrets she’s sworn to keep. Trichromatic vision but she sees in variations of … Continue reading Clockwork By Brittney Fox
A Hollow Feeling By James Adamson
To Gwyneth with love To the Glory of God Neither hot nor cold and will be spit out on that day I carried isolation and rejection there was an ice storm the previous night into the day I felt like a balloon with feeling only stretched out over my skin I moved along the … Continue reading A Hollow Feeling By James Adamson
Conversation Between Strangers By Jan McCartney
Excuse me, do you have any time? No, I’m sorry, I’m in a hurry. Could you listen but a minute? No, I’ve got my own damn worry. But, will you stop for just awhile? I’m afraid that I’ll be late. Well, you see, my life is on the line! Well, that is your own fate! … Continue reading Conversation Between Strangers By Jan McCartney
Elevator Dog By Henry Peters
Elevation! elevator dog heavenation O! what a jive! up and down scratchin' and a lickin' howlin' and a barkin' all day day long. I say a hey ho and a ho hey he ain't never yet seen the light of day without his fix of gravitational kicks! sniffin', spinnin' flippin' and a fallin' up … Continue reading Elevator Dog By Henry Peters
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
Spring By Cassandra Kulay
The sun melts mud and snow, spring peeks from behind a curtain of cold, a refreshing wind blows, awakening my senses. Soon flowers will bloom, the air will go from crisp to mild, my anticipation brings out my inner child. I can't wait to see green leaves adorning the trees and to shed my parka, … Continue reading Spring By Cassandra Kulay
3am By J.H.
The silence is deafening loud screaming. --So quiet, yet so loud. --The calm after the storm; everything, everyone, standing still. --No movement, not even brushes of wind. --Eyes adjust to an empty darkness. --3am thoughts. --3am silence.
Wild Child By Nancy A.M. Alexiuk, Phd.
Beware of the night- The eve of her conception She was sired by the darkness And born for your deception. She’ll purr with passion-fire While her glowing ember eyes Mesmerize And cloud your memory Of her wild nature. She’s a wild child- Her hunger never ceases. She’s a wild child- She could tear you to … Continue reading Wild Child By Nancy A.M. Alexiuk, Phd.
Bunny Love By Wendy Leslie Kirsch
If you were Ever loved By a bunny Then it Would be clear To you That you would Never ever Have the urge To eat Rabbit stew
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