Monday, October 7, 2024

By Alexis Rotella

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from one balcony to the next spider silk Alexis Rotella

By Andrew Brindle

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mountain mist the emptiness between us Andrew Brindle a silent falling of late summer dreams ocean rain Andrew Brindle a...

By Alvin B. Cruz

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finding peace in a lonely place desert lily Alvin B. Cruz

By Anthony Lusardi

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almost like your first love no one gets over their first fright Anthony Lusardi

By Anthony Ward

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Autumn evenings Nights like spilled ink Encapsulating memories Anthony Ward

By Anju Kishore

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rain needles the streetlight spotlights a shivering cat Anju Kishore summer holidays a family of monkeys on the clothesline ...
Sunday, October 6, 2024

By Joseph P. Wechselberger

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wind gusts a comb-over flips Joseph P. Wechselberger Father's Day the annual reminder I will never be one Joseph P. Wechs...

By Jonash Lepcha

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we destroy forests to make paper and pencils to write 'save the trees' Jonash Lepcha

By John J. Dunphy

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politician's speech I stop his lying by pressing mute John J. Dunphy     high-end church its communion wine very dry John J. Dunp...

By Jerome Berglund

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long weekend the news comes on a friday Jerome Berglund

By Jennifer Gurney

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leaves changing nearly as quickly as life Jennifer Gurney   all along the street in the quiet of the night fireflies dance as i...
Saturday, October 5, 2024

By Kelly Moyer

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  Without You Kelly Moyer                       Oaknuts Kelly Moyer
Wednesday, October 2, 2024

By Marilyn Ashbaugh

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returning every year autumn solitude Marilyn Ashbaugh no rush to say goodbye scarlet maple Marilyn Ashbaugh aut...
Tuesday, October 1, 2024

By j rap

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hexagon to square my shrinking circle of friends j rap     coming out of the storm I didn’t know I was in j rap dusk a single she...

By Chen-ou Liu

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in my tank rainbow koi swimming in circles ... the same question years ago, to stay or to go Chen-ou Liu

By Pitt Büerken

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supported by AI the orator speaks like thousands of others Pitt Büerken

By Debbie Olson

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the barn swallows the blue sky Debbie Olson   crickets the same fairy tale every night Debbie Olson

By M. R. Pelletier

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Hushed conversations— sparrows listen from the eaves M. R. Pelletier