I am a dead man's
heart coming to a sputter
old rusty engine
I am the late summer
turning locust back crisp
ready to fall from a tree
I am time running out
on a scratched tuneless
record about to skip.
J. Ash Gamble
Ft Myers,
Florida, US
Friday, 28 October 2016
Thursday, 20 October 2016
Gravel
Pound the road
blooming with roses
to where you are from
Remember when
this road seemed long
but now it's shorter
so much sweeter
Memory of mother
knitting or shelling beans
is at odds with recent
flashes of cell phone plans
Mass construction where
you live now
has toppled the afternoon
quiet and morning lull
you grew up drinking coffee in
The gravel leads to pavements
and pavements lead to cities
where people don't know
how quiet lives anymore.
Camille Clark
Atlanta, Georgia,
US
blooming with roses
to where you are from
Remember when
this road seemed long
but now it's shorter
so much sweeter
Memory of mother
knitting or shelling beans
is at odds with recent
flashes of cell phone plans
Mass construction where
you live now
has toppled the afternoon
quiet and morning lull
you grew up drinking coffee in
The gravel leads to pavements
and pavements lead to cities
where people don't know
how quiet lives anymore.
Camille Clark
Atlanta, Georgia,
US
Monday, 3 October 2016
Wednesday, 17 August 2016
The First Hint of Summer
The first hint of summer
came when I looked into
your eyes.
I saw the sorrow
among briars and
smiles among lilies.
Frozen were your feelings
but, with the sun's rays
shining, I saw the
thaw begin.
Mary Bone
Wilson, Oklahoma,
mdbone@cebridge.net
came when I looked into
your eyes.
I saw the sorrow
among briars and
smiles among lilies.
Frozen were your feelings
but, with the sun's rays
shining, I saw the
thaw begin.
Mary Bone
Wilson, Oklahoma,
mdbone@cebridge.net
Monday, 15 August 2016
Translate
One side of the page
travels to the other
joining words to worlds
pages of syllables
The characters of one
language mingle with another
children playing in the yard
Cultures meet at the table
dancing for understanding.
JD DeHart
Tennessee,
US
travels to the other
joining words to worlds
pages of syllables
The characters of one
language mingle with another
children playing in the yard
Cultures meet at the table
dancing for understanding.
JD DeHart
Tennessee,
US
Saturday, 16 July 2016
A Traveling Salesman
This traveling salesman
has worn out six vans
in 40 years and he
hopes to retire soon.
Age and illness
are growing concerns
and there isn’t a pill
for everything.
Every 20 miles or so
he has to stop for
a rest room, usually
at a gas station.
Then one day he sees
a highway billboard
that promises help.
He dials the 800 number
on his cell phone
and a machine answers:
“Incontinence Hotline.
Can you hold?”
Donal Mahoney
donalmahoney@charter.net
Donal Mahoney lives in St. Louis, US and has had poems published in Ancient Heart Magazine and other publications in the United States, Europe, Asia and Africa
has worn out six vans
in 40 years and he
hopes to retire soon.
Age and illness
are growing concerns
and there isn’t a pill
for everything.
Every 20 miles or so
he has to stop for
a rest room, usually
at a gas station.
Then one day he sees
a highway billboard
that promises help.
He dials the 800 number
on his cell phone
and a machine answers:
“Incontinence Hotline.
Can you hold?”
Donal Mahoney
donalmahoney@charter.net
Donal Mahoney lives in St. Louis, US and has had poems published in Ancient Heart Magazine and other publications in the United States, Europe, Asia and Africa
Friday, 3 June 2016
Wandering Eye
An image of floating eye
taking in the scenery,
and I seeing the eye
makes me wonder about
the time when my sight
will dim, when my mind
will no longer solve
puzzles, a bare bulb
snapped brittle in two.
Alan Inman
New York, NY
taking in the scenery,
and I seeing the eye
makes me wonder about
the time when my sight
will dim, when my mind
will no longer solve
puzzles, a bare bulb
snapped brittle in two.
Alan Inman
New York, NY
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