Kicked back in a reclinerat a summer cottage,with a white picket fence,a cobblestone pathleads to salty sea airand a view of the sea. … [Read more...] about Summer Cottage, By: Mary Bone
Patchwork Fields, By: Mary Bone
Patchwork fieldsseen below.Crops growingrow upon row,reminding me of mom’squilt patternsblanketing the earth. … [Read more...] about Patchwork Fields, By: Mary Bone
Sightseer, By: Mark J. Mitchell
She bought a map to stars’ homes. The wrongstars came out. No fresh gods appeared. No queensto rule her soft soul. Just actors in masksand starlets dressed as comical desires.A bus drove her along broad streets. Old songsscreamed from shiny cars not needing to meananything. Tourists snapped pictures and askedsilly questions washed away by loud tires.She wanted to climb into … [Read more...] about Sightseer, By: Mark J. Mitchell
Sleep Apnoea, By: Phillip Jordan
Perched cranium feathered buckled up for a conscious is out of control falling for ages breathing stopped like a clock tick no tock. Russian roulette takes place with a baguette loaded with mothballs it wasn’t what I ordered There is no signal in this dark cavity I’m being held down by gravity in a laboratory where is the lavatory; waste matter, cup coasters, hard cash, … [Read more...] about Sleep Apnoea, By: Phillip Jordan
Better Left Unsaid In My Opinion, By: Phillip Jordan
Hairpin skewed another moment spurned, didn’t the songs I send help, that jukebox is naïve. I thought I was of a strong sound mind and REM would make it all ok, I guess I didn’t learn, I s’pose I needn’t bother While my belfry rang hollow thumping like a drum I was twiddling thumbs still stuck on Question 1 subtracting L from life adding W = wife (my woman for … [Read more...] about Better Left Unsaid In My Opinion, By: Phillip Jordan