Look up, look up. Look all around.You'll see a picture, hear a sound,Without a filter, just a glance,You'll find a moment that by chance,It won't be shared, it's yours alone.A simple pleasure, yours to own. Perhaps this picture, sound or gaze,Reminds yourself to clear the haze,Of endless mumbles, pointless noise,Random comments, apps and toys,Of anger, offence … [Read more...] about Look Up, By: Joe Smith
The Games We Played, By: Michael H. Brownstein
Nazis were of no consequence to us,preteens who did not understand that they really were,we the Jewish boys of Avers Street born a decade after the hell.So many of us we fielded two full teams for baseballand had enough substitutes for basketballand hockey to play for hours.When day went dark, you could find usin my backyard playing Nazi on the jungle gym,the enemy holding … [Read more...] about The Games We Played, By: Michael H. Brownstein
To Myself, By: Snigdha Agrawal
So, here you are...creased at the edges,laugh lines stitchedlike fine embroideryA tapestry of years folded into skinEach thread tightened by joy, grief, and grit.You rise slower now...But oh, how your thoughts fly like windThe body, yes, it complains in whispersYet the spirit has found its rhythmYou've seen love in its many disguisesAs thunder, as silenceAnd through it all, … [Read more...] about To Myself, By: Snigdha Agrawal
Guilt and Forgiveness: Healing After Loss, By: Andrew Cyr
I calledYou didn’t answerDad’s deadHe didn’t sufferYou’d knowBetter than usThe funeralYou weren’t thereThe memoriesSpoiled my soulSome catchYou sold outFetch soilBouts to comeTender melodiesLove casts stonesI’m guiltyI was hereBut goneThe times changedDad didn’tHe sipped vodkaI diedHe wanted betterPure loveWhen Mom diedYears agoHe died insideI satBut didn’t listenHis eyesWell … [Read more...] about Guilt and Forgiveness: Healing After Loss, By: Andrew Cyr
The Statue Of Apollo Through The Marvelous Night, By: Pawel Markiewicz
The statue of Apollo stood in the museum´s hall,in the midst of the sculptures of the brightest antiquity-time.The man visited it with the clearest Arthurian grail,so that Phoebus awoke, with sheen of the first moon and star. That Apollo was a friend of the museums warden,who knew in moony dreams the petrified tears for ever.Apollo in the dazzling stone meant a whiff of the … [Read more...] about The Statue Of Apollo Through The Marvelous Night, By: Pawel Markiewicz