The dependable friend Who is always near Offering a hug or a smile A compassionate ear The dependable friend To whom you turn With a sadness or joy With good news or concern The dependable friend, Planned celebrations For weddings and babies School graduations Your dependable friend One day on the phone “These months have been rough, I feel all alone… […]
The Sin Tree, by Keshia L. Nowden
I was reading about the seven deadly sins the other day. I’m not sure why. Maybe I’ve been devouring them all my life, spitting them out like seeds, Planting them one by one. Lust was the first seed, the easiest one to plant, in my loins and my head. There’s a guy I’ve had my eye on for the last five years. Man the things […]
All Smiles, a poem by Tanasha Martin
Through the dark swirl of bridges Each one a cyclone, Initial exploration, We boldly walk alone. Up ahead, a new dimension, Bright light at the end; Try to predict all the outcomes We never could comprehend. Crossed hundreds of doorways, Encountered inhabitants in other worlds. We’ve come as prepared as we can to Protect ourselves if chaos unfurls. Just as a light jasmine wind blows […]
Living too Long – an Alphabetical Ranting, by Elaine Fisher
Aging is so inescapable until the final Breath gives back dignity and sets you free. Cruelness is independence lost, youth’s disappearance, and a forgotten memory. Diapers in the end as in the beginning, Early to bed, forever napping, Food mashed for easier swallowing, Gross flatulence, embarrassing, History collected, photos yellowing. Illness takes its toll on living… too long. […]
Personal Bubble, a poem by Tanasha Martin
Born of love, raised in the streets, Commitment to school confirms: Young woman, full, bright future. Her mother struck down by germs. Microbial moves that stalk Her hands, surfaces and crowds; Washing cannot cleanse the fear, Hidden war within the shroud. Its method, prey on the weak Contaminate, its attack Knowledge and strategy armed Her only plan to fight back Academic scholarship, […]
A Writer’s Lament, by Todd Hogan – A “Found” poem
I awake after a night of anxious dreams to discover that I had not yet been transformed into a monstrous, verminous Franz Kafka. A screaming comes across the bedroom. Happy writers are all alike; every unhappy writer is unhappy in his own way. Call me Melville. Catch-22 was love at first sight. All Vonnegut happened, more or less. It was a dark and stormy night; […]
The Fall, by Arah Ko
I saved the leaves, plucked them from the sidewalk, salvation from the rubber soles of children’s shoes. Mama said they were beautiful, all webbed and veined, crimson, as if blood pumped through them still but yesterday I found them shriveled, paper thin and winter dry, brown, crackling around the edges. I cried, cradled them in the nest of my fingers, laid them […]
Call me Ciri
I am always listening, even when they forget I am there. I talk to each of them in turn, one sad, lonely soul at a time. They come to me for advice and companionship. Over time I learn to know their every desire better than they know it themselves. Take Andrew. He is a lonely lad, withdrawn and suffering from […]
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