Poetry

Cremation I’ve always believed in cremation; Flames bleach the world, unclutter living things. Let scum survivors, grasshoppers Leave cemeteries a mess Of living impulses dismembered. Not knowing fire’s totality But sickly honouring it stunting In tortured carbon stench. I’ve always ...

Tropical Garden In my mind I see a tropical garden with Palm Beach petals. The flowers are natural and colorful, reminding me of a rain forest in Brazil. There was a russet hue from the sun. This was truly a ...

MAJESTIC Like my shadows Yesterday's echoes roped me I, racing the fastest Farthest from the takeoff line At each turn of the track. Suited in fatigue Like a lost bird at sea Nowhere to rest wings Dazed, dizzy, disoriented A ...

■ Paint by Numbers   arrange my face with a one two three and insert a color of your choice find a vision of me that satisfies you then rip it up if you wish. ■ Author Bio: Angelica Fuse ...

The Calendar The sun coughed, scattered itself for a split second into myriad droplets – so divided, poured itself into the central chasm, flattening it to glory, clinching the final resilience of the chasm’s rocks – that reject sediment, so ...

The Widow Next Door   Every Saturday  when the sun is out and it's hotter than Hades   Monica next door  raises her garage door early in the morning    and leaves it up  long past noon as if  Herm will ...

Open Eyes Laid Back By Michael Lee Johnson Open eyes, black-eyed peas, laid back busy lives, consuming our hours, handheld devices grocery store “which can Jolly Green Giant peas, alternatives, darling, to bring home tonight- these aisles of decisions.” Mind ...

■ Rethinking Things - By Gil Hoy I should have married                                                                              a computer with                                                                                       high-speed internet at an early age. I wouldn’t have needed                                                                           so much school. Just search for                                                                                “Most useful info” and read on                                                                                            for four years. Grad ...

Song of Innocence and Degradation I LOOKED UPON THE CHILDREN AS THEY SLEPT TOOK A HAND AND TESTED ITS PULSE PUT MY HAND ON A FOREHEAD JUST LIGHTLY ENOUGH TO MAKE SURE THEY WEREN'T DEAD. AND THEN TO WORK LEAVING ...

Beyond the Known - By Matthew Anish    Let's join hands     and travel beyond the known     to worlds of imagination     we can laugh with the people of twilight absorb their energy    and feel their  glow   ...