While people were getting blown to bits I guarded Bridge Ramp’s dust, I guarded the long, quiet Shell Road, 101 Doc Lap an employment center across the street from a white cathedral; 20 Duy Tan a Naval Intelligence office, stone house set back in trees; and the White Elephant, our headquarters. At the Admiral’s Quarters,... Continue Reading →
I Die in the Words by Nolo Segundo
When I try to trap in flimsy words the love for my wife, I die in the words... When I read of the relentless cruelty we call history, I die in the words... When I try to understand, to SEE myself, you, others, I die in the words... When I reach out to God with... Continue Reading →
Elegy for Monday by Donald Brandis
Gone into hiding like rainwater soaked into the land or run off elsewhere in its cycle, our cycle Monday passes at our convenience what it does without us is hard to see since we’d have to not be there to see it as some say we always are/aren’t What we can see if we’re patient... Continue Reading →
Windstorm by John Brantingham
I left California in its season of death. 9 of the last 10 years were drought years, and the week I left a windstorm pulled down hundreds of trees in my town. Where I am now, there is water enough for every tree and deer and person and crow, and there is no difference I... Continue Reading →
I Stand Up by Allison Grayhurst
I stand up, everything falls down, the load and the balance on a soft bed of nothingness to catch and embrace in a cruel dream of freedom. I draw my breath in the rising wave, knowing the calm waters are too lonely for sustenance. This has butchered my means of survival, drowning my body in... Continue Reading →
Lakeside Flowers by Marius Alexandru
Over the lake, in this beautiful Spring, The sun's gentle rays doth glistening gleam, Upon pale water, reflections they bring, Life to the nature that doth therein teem. By the calm lakeside, where the waters rest, The flowers bloom in colors bright and fair, Their petals, soft like feathers on a nest, Their scent, a... Continue Reading →
The Uncertain Morning by James Piatt
The uncertain morning sweeps through the sea’s loneliness as briny metaphors bleed into the dull drumming of fish riding waves of sea-beams. At the height of my lofty thoughts I saw a gleam in my unreasonable acts. For the sake of sanity, I extinguished the gleam and the lofty thoughts burned in the gray ashes... Continue Reading →
Anew by John Grey
If only I was like these branches, yesterday, pathetic and bare, today with sap running, and buds popping. If the wind would pick me up, the fragrances indulge my nostrils, and my voice, like my eagerness, come out in a rush. I sit beneath an oak tree in transformation, telling myself to do something, anything,... Continue Reading →
A Meditation on Death by Diana Raab
As my favorite aunt is put to rest my mother lay in oblivion in some east coast hospital after multiple tumbles from her aged horse’s back, and all the while, I meditate on death. Tonight, I think of how death teaches us the gift of how to live— crocheted family mortalities cupped by answers to... Continue Reading →
Omnipotence by James Croal Jackson
Your laugh could knock civilization out but you are too modest. I spent time at the cafeteria alone at school. Red trays quivered. On film sets I can’t look up. How tight is the lighting rig? When I apply that logic to our place in the universe– it’s too cold a stone to live alone.... Continue Reading →