by Laura Catanzano
Isn’t it all worth it ifRead More »
for only one deep inhale
one fleeting moment
one peaceful sigh …
Tag: writing
Twelve Happy Months
Damaged but Beautiful
by Stylianos Splinis
Still so much is held deep within me,
My wings, my story, I cannot escape how it chains me.
Read More »A New Fan
by Duane Anderson
I was the robin’s biggest fan today
as I watered the grass in our yard,
its reward, a big fat worm in its beak.
Drummer
by Dane Erbach
“Harder!” Joe shouts from his podium, yells over violin bows stuck in the air like an unruly haircut. “Hit that bass drum as hard as you can!”
The orchestra spins toward me—rows of smarmy teenage smiles, annoyed; of middle schoolers wild with amusement, squirming their chairs.
“Have you ever heard Jurassic Park’s soundtrack?” Joe asks, his bald head shining in the fluorescent light. “The big BOOM at the beginning?”
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by Christian Ward
You thrash like a wild horse
in your sleep. The corral
of dreams not enough to hold
you. What of the prairies
of stars? The meadows
of galaxies? Deserts of dark
matter? Wherever you’ll run,
I’ll reign in the night to let you
aspire to whatever you were
meant to be.
3 poems
Perfect Array of Every Colour
by Terry Trowbridge
Gemologist’s kitchen table:
panoply of tourmalines
spilled between breakfast plates.
The only translucent hues they lack:
browns shimmering in maple syrup.
2 poems
by Malachy Moran
Read More »so promise me that when
I die, you’ll bury me with seeds in all my
pockets
Immortality
by Matias Travieso-Diaz
I want to live for immortality, and I will accept no compromise.
– Fyodor Dostoevsky, The Brothers Karamazov
Iry-Hor was feeling the weight of his years.
He had been for decades the head of a growing empire that controlled much of Egypt and had extended northward towards the delta of the sacred river Nile. In the process of his conquests, he and his armies had slain thousands of men loyal to the local chieftains who opposed him. He was known and feared throughout the land, which was adorned with temples erected in his honor and countless statutes that proclaimed him as the hegemonic ruler of the greatest empire the world had known. Yet, he found himself increasingly dissatisfied. Would posterity grant him the recognition and acclaim his deeds warranted? Would his name inspire veneration, or at least awe, in generation after generation to come?
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