I was tipped off by an instinct allowing me to observe a picture framed, through static dust, hanging obliquely on a crooked rusty nail in the wall. The waning crescent a moth flew a crow caws in the PMs errant warming breeze. … [Read more...] about What Happened?, By: Phillip Jordan
Till Death Us Do Part, By: Helen O Hare
It’s all a lie dressed up as a dreamTo be a part of an enduring teamTill death us do partI will Give you my heartThe nightmare unfoldsThe cracks start to showMy heart it was given but now also my soulThe confidence wanesYour life shatters and you pick up the pieces of what remainsThe world is now small and tightens each dayAs you choke and drown in the marriage decayUnsteady, … [Read more...] about Till Death Us Do Part, By: Helen O Hare
Summer Cottage, By: Mary Bone
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