Poetry

Buttered Concrete

Above velvet trees lining a buttered concrete lane, technicolor clouds in green and gold soothe the mind as they drift toward a far off land of dreams and you and them alone together.

Poets:

JB Hogan

With life ahead, I’ll go to sea again. I’d like to cruise to Corsica this year If just to curl my toes into the sand, to feel my legs relax in fleeting waves, to furl my hair like sails into the wind. I’d like to touch the brightly glinting shells,

Poets:

Mary L. Westcott

burn this world

failed ideologies words will never be enough they're just hopes that someone will listen; i long to feel my heart burned open wide; so

Poets:

Linda M Crate

When Lightning Bugs Shimmered

Heart memory stirs on shafts of moonglow Releasing recollections from twilights long ago.

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C. L. Gillmore

Will you?

In the end, your love was not strong enough - not rich enough - is heavy but surface love, is never defending love with the spinal break or the leaping into danger’s way.

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Allison Grayhurst

Concert at Bernie's

When Bernie wakes at 6 a.m. there's a piano on his chest and Erroll Garner's playing "Misty." Sinatra's on the headboard improvising lyrics and Krupa's in the corner painting on the drums. The music is magnificent. Once the song is over

Poets:

Donal Mahoney

Grocery List

Go out, she said, and get us something for supper. He went, but he didn’t want to. Bread, eggs, milk, cheese. All the staples, the essence, the basis of life.

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