I could feel itSomething changingHot flashesLoss of balanceAnd the occasional urge to fight.The change..That wasn’t mine..It was hers.DogFatDog hungryDog eats sleeps and shits.No blood.Not anymore.Still..It’s hardHard to sleepHard eatBut shitting was easy.Often too easy.The odd stable day and the realistic expectations of a broken dream..Dreams they went to the dogs a while … [Read more...] about The Bottom Shelf, By: Davie Cox
Lines Written While Sailing In A Boat At Evening, By: William Wordsworth
How richly glows the water's breastBefore us, tinged with evening hues,While, facing thus the crimson west,The boat her silent course pursues!And see how dark the backward stream!A little moment past so smiling!And still, perhaps, with faithless gleam,Some other loiterers beguiling. Such views the youthful Bard allure;But, heedless of the following gloom,He deems their … [Read more...] about Lines Written While Sailing In A Boat At Evening, By: William Wordsworth
Divorce Court Drama, By: Andrew Cyr
Seth and Emma stoodopposite sidesof the courtroomwhere marriages go to dieand custody battles turnedinto fist fights and sometimesgunshots. Their lawyers accompaniedtheir briefs with briefcases. Seth wore a white dress shirtwithout a tie or a dime to his name.He moved a black comband gel through his hair. Seth’s tan pants and dark loafers toldthe judge that he tried to … [Read more...] about Divorce Court Drama, By: Andrew Cyr
Lines Written On A Blank Leaf In A Copy Of The Author’s Poem “The Excursion,” By: William Wordsworth
Upon Hearing Of The Death Of The Late Vicar Of Kendal To public notice, with reluctance strong,Did I deliver this unfinished Song;Yet for one happy issue; and I lookWith self-congratulation on the BookWhich pious, learned, MURFITT saw and read;Upon my thoughts his saintly Spirit fed;He conned the new-born Lay with grateful heartForeboding not how soon he must … [Read more...] about Lines Written On A Blank Leaf In A Copy Of The Author’s Poem “The Excursion,” By: William Wordsworth
For Sake of Hope, By: Thomas Hemminger
a poem for 9/11 How do we liveIn such a dayWhen hateful soulsSteal hope away?Where man-made mountainsTopple down,And wishful fountainsMark the groundWhere loved ones’Memories float aroundOn every prayerthat’s whispered there? How do we singWhen our breath was stilledBy frightful peopleWith hearts so chilled?No fire of love,No human care,Those scornful waysThey acted … [Read more...] about For Sake of Hope, By: Thomas Hemminger