Saturday, June 25, 2022

Poetry

Paradise lonely feet on a subway train at half past midnight she misses paradise where every day she would collect a pocket full of shells why not give her home away for another trip to the coastline without a name our lady train rider flashes back to the nights where she would stumble drunkenly with another girl who split...
Oklahoma City, Oklahoma even the violence seems germane. same old Wichita, ain’t it? bomb every last life boat, make the bird on the bill soar free above that ancient tomb. a camera’s just one eye but damn if we don’t know how to whisk a crowd after wrongful frenzy.   the NRA pays less taxes than me  you won’t find that shrapnel wound in their tax ID #. the business end of muzzle is only prelude of holy creation. “be...
Heirloom When your mother raises her hand; earthy brown, skin cracked open— sun parched field— iron hot temper and hits you the pain melts your flesh, bones, marrow. When your mother raises her hand to strike you the pain bites (your pet rabid dog). She throws the foliage of her swallowed dreams— barren land that was hers and her mother’s and her mother’s mother who couldn’t...

Poems by John Grey

THE PARTY Such a mix at her party— one worshiped his own genius. another was too flippant. a third was a freethinker, a fourth, a savant. The combination could only be uncomfortable. And throw in a hypocrite. a born pessimist, the usual boorish academics, and even the weather could not settle on rain or sunshine. Maybe the party-giver was asking too much, relied on diversity as a crutch. ended with discordance...
Home When the tree shed all leaves under a blue naked sky, someone whispered: It’s spring. I sat a crow on the barren tree that melted down before the black bird escaped in to oblivion. Pebbles strewn around the pathway laughed & walked straight into my heart When I found the gate locked after a long journey, the road announced: You’re home.   Skeleton Standing alone in front, of...
Apiary My friend Sharon raises bees. In her veil she cranks the handle of the silver bee smoker calming the hives. Bearding, swarming in the intimate harmony in which nectar becomes honey or beeswax candles for any altar. Scouts return with tales of pollen. The gilet jaunes swirl around the point Zero buzzing with anger at the money the rich will spend to...

Poems by B S Tyagi

Word… Word is Brahman It emerges from Hiranyagarbh And wanders in the ether Man’s heart vibrates He hears its rapturous melody And sways in ecstasy And is lost in the sacred silence. The other day… The predator pounces upon the word And preserves the kill A dictionary is compiled It hardly objects But, is it at ease? Lexicons continue multiplying And then, words…words…words… Words sans soul   Across...

Poems by Katacha Díaz

The Trickster Kokopelli, I know what I know. You are the mysterious humpbacked flute-playing Casanova of the cliff dwellers of the American Southwest. Kokopelli, you are the carousing peace-loving traveling salesman seducing women in villages with your many gifts of music, dancing, and mischief. Kokopelli, having seen you in ancient Anasazi glyphs and rock art; and having spent time inside the...
On Reflection a silent tree frog clings to broken shelves of stone rippled by the breeze water colors blend and blur illusions of perfection   Beads clusters of black pearls press into the palms of clouds— a broken necklace that slips between my fingers rains upon this garden path
11 243 Meters, Purple Mediterranean                                                  The airplane wings draw new summer fragrances in the fogs they’re expected by tomorrow's smiles like a dawn or maybe a dusk with a calm, lazy eyes the day can witness the providence through all the blue truths the winds lose their hearing with the speed of a fatal...
The Work of Art It is just another day To be proud Happy with who I am With high self Esteem And the old broom and Mop at hand.   At the Doctor Trust, to care about Who I am As if to let me have My say Pad and pen the end Or give me a couple Words as a pathway.
A Dream of Youth When we meet, we’ll fly together caressing each other with our enthralling beak, We’ll sing the half-elapsed song Twitter, twitter, twitter... We’ll territorialize the sky, Colonise her spheres, Our wheezing would form thunder. We’ll bathe in the rainbow, Suck the evening twilight, Soar down to nestle in the unfamiliar nest of opportunity. We’ll mouth each other’s adventure, Will laugh...