by Sumit Parikh
Above snowy mist and pasture
a crescent fades
manes bow in the dark ahead
and a breeze gently grazes gravel
Tag: Poetry
When I Sleep, I Do Not Dream
by Michael Shoemaker
I do not dream when I sleep
and this is where
elucidations begin.
The Uncloistered Bird Feeder
by Chris Wardle
We’re back now
to GMT’s bleak Wintering,
breeding gratitude,
and an attitude for slow abundance,
within the assumed privilege
of doubly-blessed glazing
and insulated walls, isolating.
Arboreal Ghosts
by Brenda Mox
Haunted by arboreal ghosts
emerging from the forests womb
the solitary wanderer staggered along,
shaggy like a crow, with eyes wide open.
Evening
by Eva Skrande
When the hush of the old town moves up the stems
of chrysanthemums,
the petals turn into small fires,
Ester
by Jeffrey Zable
Read More »is my 97-year-old neighbor who lives two houses up, and continues
to amaze me …
Perspectives on Living
The Tree of Fruit and Life
by Michael Roque
A tree in itself breathes-
From the roots,
swallows rain from the sky.
Blooms flowers and fruit,
and in a billion crevices fosters life-
nests with birds, hives of hornets,
ants chewing-
thirty to a single leaf.
Unhinged Paradise
by Rae Greenwood
The ocean sparkles under the blazing sun
Inviting every soul to enjoy the refreshing sight
People lounge on their beds of soft sand and fabric
Laughing and drinking with great cheer
To the naked eye, it is a day of happiness
Nothing but joy and good company
American Authors Demand an End to Genocide
A response to the April 18, 2024 statement from PEN America president Jennifer Finney Boylan
by Audrey T. Carroll
Ravens are intelligent, can use
tools, so I understand the hesitance
to trust them. After all, they might
not need you, and if they don’t need you,
there’s no telling what such a group might do
if they put their minds to it
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