Poetry

Same Preparation Lord feels like I am caught in a trap Just there for somebody to see Lusting I know is wrong I do not want somebody to see All I see in them Your great sons and great daughters ...

Swig   How many people live their lives balanced on cups of caffeine or, like my recently deceased uncle, fill their trailer lives with brown bottles, windows hazed over with cigarette smoking, deciding it too difficult to rise from the ...

Cold Water Raining between Them   Annie has a nice washing machine now  but she remembers the one her mother had with the wringer, the old-fashioned kind.   Her mother took in washing and when  the washing machine would break  Annie would become ...

Whispers of Hope (Dedicated to Hurricane Katrina Victims) by, Melissa R. Mendelson Tears pour over endless cries as footprints vanish in the mud left behind by those whose world has been ripped away. Stranded in a place once called home, ...

Rear View Mirror Basking on the beaches of the Amalfi Coast I left the world behind, in southern Italy. It was so unique and exclusive. I was glad to see the dust fly in my rear view mirror ...

CRIMEAN PUNISHMENT Apparently,once the gods had fumed Atgrowing decadence, they were doomed. Nolonger culture pre-eminent, Atlantisunder the sea was sent. Competingtheories have been put forth Ofancient civilization north Ofwhere the Black Sea has always lain Ononce quite fertile Crimean plain ...

MURDER INK It was that innocent and silent night, when all souls were hibernating and the cockerels were roosting, that the ambience was polluted. A thousand unthankfullness to the wordsmith, for waking up his lethal injection from its long coma ...

■ HOTAND COLD Perhaps 100million years To rise from naught, then disappear Above the Hot Spot in the Earth That to Hawaiian Chain gave birth. The oldest now perhaps just stumps, Once mountains proud, now merely bumps Long passed from ...

Blood and Tears. War and Hate. Death and Destruction. Hell and Fate. I am dead because I’m not you. What you said? Hate is not true. Why cleanse me? Are you blind? We are brothers. Open your mind. Why ignore ...

AT A DISTANCE   Gently rolling, runneled hills, Colored like a daffodil. Rivulets to ocean spill Under cloudy skies. Atmosphere of shrouding haze Rising from the surface waves, Where beneath lie ancient caves Never brought to light. Yet this sky’s ...