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By Daniel Coshnear Breathtakingly So often precedes beautiful Maybe it’s the alliteration we like Or the rollercoaster of four syllables Before three Do the Buddhists say Breathtakingly Beautiful? Sure, I remember crushes The surprise of her face by my locker Leaning in, smiling, seeing through me My ears beating blood Face burning [...]
By Waights Taylor Meandering out of the north, the Russian River is enveloped in winter’s grip: steely dark waters, gray skies, bare trees, and muddy banks filled with detritus and flotsam from floods gone by. The river wends around Fitch Mountain ever seeking a path beneath the dark skies to its destiny with the sea, [...]
by Ann Carranza She was 14, this bright girl with no promise in her future Eyes dark and hair, too Tweet
by Hannah Whitman I feel the cold embrace of these sullen shadows thats all thats left of my reflection. Reaching out to touch my face I feel your cheeks are sallow yet you’re still the picture of perfection Hannah Whitman is 16 years old. She has loved writing short stories since she can remember, and [...]
by Peg Alford Pursell Even the stars collect in families. No body is alone in space. Astral pearls of light – strings of sisters – glow, Father the brilliant medallion marks the mouth of a black hole, A hydrogen web Mother spins and weaves her nebulous net, the Old red ancestors fade but never defect: [...]
by Lucy Simpson “I am perception and knowledge, uttering a Voice by means of thought. I am the real Voice. I cry out in everyone, and they recognize it (the voice), since a seed dwells in them.” ─ Nag Hammadi Library, Trimorphic Protennoia, translated by John D. Turner Back in the garden of eden when [...]
“Moon” by Miles Ranno Lying on damp grass Orion writes on my heart Tears sparkle like stars ___________________________________________ Sharon Walling has published a number of editorials and is a member of Christian Writers Guild. // Last 5 posts by Guest PoetA Poem by Daniel Coshnear – December 17th, 2010The River and The People – December [...]
White winged wonder navigating the celestial cosmos gathering stardust from dwarfed red stars, and descending to sprinkle the powers of inspiration on earth’s artistic population. A bit of yellow on Van Gogh before his easel in a hayfield, green on Hemingway in his emerald hills of Africa, gold on Isadora Duncan’s toes, a rainbow mixture [...]
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