Poetry
Poem – Bumping Into the Sky (By Michael H. Brownstein)
BUMPING INTO THE SKY You think intolerance a white paste you can spread across the air. Day comes with a break between minutes, the red flash of the red-winged blackbird, a greeting from your I’noGo tied* slung not to your ...
Poem – I Too Shall Marry (By Wafula p’Khisa)
Once they spot me All my bakoki disappear Like dew in the morning sun Pledging to see their halves Or take children on rounds Leaving me desperate. I too shall marry because I disgraced not my uncle To curse me ...
Poem – Pulp Thoughts (By Mary Bone)
Pulp Thoughts A blank space my white paper. Inkblots, like my thoughts. Dotted lines- a poem appears. The paper, once a tree with flowers, held life and grew. It was chopped down and made into pulp. The pulp dried and ...
Poem – Suspended (By Austin Alexis)
I pushed through a revolving door and stepped into a dimension new to me, a realm without gravity’s pull-- absent the physical. For a few seconds, the cosmos adopted me, dissolved my skin, made me one with it, poured itself ...
Poem – A different face of hunger (By Narges Rothermel)
He is not from the arid or barren foreign lands His faded-green-coat, hooded sweater, his dog-tag, his canteen, and his metal cup on a green worn out blanket, all tell me, he is one of our bravest men who proudly ...
Poem – Morning Coffee Can Be So Important (By Donal Mahoney)
A tragedy happened to Willie and Millie after years of marriage. All their kids were doing well and had nice families of their own but tragedy struck one dawn before Willie had had his morning coffee. Millie was on her third cup and Willie said Millie ...
Poem – Oddfellow (By Donal Mahoney)
Homer’s never owned a gun, thinks they should be banned along with bombs and missiles. Doesn’t need them in the river that flows between his mind and his emotions where every now and then he pushes someone in for ...
Poem – A Gift In Passing (By Chanacee Ruth-Killgore)
Sometimes I wonder If I have anything left to give Any small pieces of myself left to share I feel too broken Too worn out Thread bare and bone-tired I search myself and find nothing worthy My emotions, my words ...
Poem – THE MULTIPLEX (By John Zedolik)
THE MULTIPLEX - By John Zedolik Walking on the left side is walking on the same street but it’s the other of the one if the right has been the only I have used in my journeys up the hill ...
Poem – Remembering His Third Wife (By Donal Mahoney)
Remembering His Third Wife Never speak ill of the dead, his father always said, and his father was a pastor who preached from the pulpit. That's why whenever he thinks of his third wife, and he does almost daily, ...
