All hands to pump there’s been trouble at the mill. Pitchforks brandished at the secret forest still. Damp moss smoke concealed by the silhouetted ceiling of birch, hazel, and sycamore. Furthermore, still caught in the depths of my first thoughts, thwarted, caught inside the contraction of falling underneath the weight of a wave whilst dancing in the foothills & … [Read more...] about Trouble At The Mill, By: Jonathan Conde
Poems
Advice On Forever, By: Andrew Cyr
I visited Darleneafter the sun fellbelow the horizon.I kicked off my shoesand set them besidethe hall closet.The fireplace flickeredand cracked over maple logs.The TV played,but the sound was off.Darlene had her glasseson, licking her fingeras she flipped throughthe pages of a Bible.She sipped wine.Darlene stood and gave meher friendly hug.An evergreen candle dancedthrough the … [Read more...] about Advice On Forever, By: Andrew Cyr
Feelings Of A Noble Biscayan At One Of Those Funerals, By: William Wordsworth
Yet, yet, Biscayans! we must meet our FoesWith firmer soul, yet labour to regainOur ancient freedom; else 'twere worse than vainTo gather round the bier these festal shows.A garland fashioned of the pure white roseBecomes not one whose father is a slave:Oh, bear the infant covered to his grave!These venerable mountains now encloseA people sunk in apathy and fear.If this endure, … [Read more...] about Feelings Of A Noble Biscayan At One Of Those Funerals, By: William Wordsworth
The Seas Never Sleep, By: Neal Grace
The seas never sleepNor do they weep.Time does not change themAs they swirl and crashAnd send voluptuous wavesPulverizing rocky shores,As if to heave volumes of wisdomTo the silent sands andThe implacable land. The moon light caressesTheir seductive foamy waves.Sunlight sparkles like endless starsUpon their blue surface. The seas never sleep—They only dream of thingsToo … [Read more...] about The Seas Never Sleep, By: Neal Grace