Tag: Lion and Lilac
Two Poems | Andre Peltier
Clear Walloon To sleep the sleep of days, cleansed by the water of clear Walloon. To sleep the amphibian sleep of salamanders, sirens and mudpuppies, eyes shut tight like The Annex doors on Sunday morning. In a den of simplicity, caring not for the big city or the shadows in the dark, caring not […]
Three Poems | Ahmad Al-khatat
When I Live and Die I don’t have to look up at the stars again, I won’t hold. the blade of shame against my flesh by myself in my room. I shed a tear like an alcoholic. I laugh and laugh like a smoker. then I dance up there like a clown wondering […]
TO THE PASSER BY | Fiorella Ruas | Play
To The Passer By a monologue by Fiorella Ruas A homeless bi-gender street entertainer called JO-JOE does a cartwheel by a wall. Falls. Lifts themselves up. Backs up. Bends down to pick up two juggling sticks. Throws […]
Three Poems | David Howerton
—In front of coffee shop— Slim jeans strut by impish smile leading, trip on feet she doesn’t care sways hips even more. —getting by on— Friday the 13th again, just another day, getting by. Doesn’t seem like much, yet you live through so many, wanting something to reach out…. Of […]
Four Poems | Patricia Nelson
So Many Serpentine Monsters This thumb-wide, hissing spine grew fatter as you slept. A crooked line now slips across the daylit stones and lifts the blue light in a swaying mouth. Pause your thudding boots, your bright-red, stumbling heart. Let strangeness taste you with its split gray tongue. […]
Pals | M Sean Dowd | One Act Play
Act I Scene III The Three Witches Portend What is to Come Dedicated to “PALS,” the Preservation of Agricultural Lands Society originally established to save lands in the Niagara Fruit Belt and now growing in Southern China and Batam Island. Witch 1 When shall we greet greed again? When gardens gone they know […]
BARABBAS | Tom Byrne | One Act Play
It is the evening before their crucifixion. Sling and Smiley (who never smiles) stare forward and Jesse is in a corner deep in prayer. Their dungeon is forbidding. The formal names of these men are Saul ben Isaac (Sling), Ezra ben Abraham (Smiley), and Jeshua ben Joseph (Jesse/Jesus). Sling This can’t be! I’m remembering […]
Three Poems| John Grey
ABANDONED NEW HAMPSHIRE FARMHOUSE Forest devours wood like a crow feasting on road-kill, clapboard and stump, press-ganged into the cause of future trees. Even fireplace bricks, hard as farmers, mulch their way to rain-pocked clay. The garden has eloped with wildflowers. Fence posts dig their own grave. Only glass and metal take […]
Four Poems| Michael Brockley
Bob Dylan’s Harmonica Speaks Its Mind Hohner, here, you stallions and fillies. Harp’ll do too. If my voice sounds like cinders rattling off the undercarriage of a train, I spent the last fifty years sucking Chesterfield smokes and Camel breath. At least during those times when Grunt weren’t blowin’ electric on “Tangled Up in […]
Four Poems | Lynn White
Afraid Of The Light I am not afraid of the dark. Night time engulfs me, covers me gently with it’s thick darkness, comforts me with its curtains of blackness. I don’t need to hide. It hides me. So I bury myself in the darkness, the good thick subterranean darkness let it cover my face so […]