Categoría: poetry
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Contrasting Colours, A Metaphorical Poem By Robbie Cheadle
Published in November 2024. Are we celebrating the first anniversary of LatinosUSA! My husband is…. I am… a calm expanse of water, glass smooth and a whirlpool of relentless, swirling motion;clear; a gentle zephyr, mildly puffing through life; a tornado, tearing across fields and dales; a leader with a firm…
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The Bee Box by Gerald Yelle
It was a story about the bee that stung his daughter and he told it from the point of view of a hive in a yard in a small midwestern town. And a small midwestern periodical published it in the same issue as it published the work of a Chinese…
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the best driver I knew by Bogdan Dragos
he was the best driver I knew drove better than some people walked he was so sure of himself behind the wheel you’d think he could pass the damn truck through the eye of a needle And I sat on the passenger seat and just listened to his stories man,…
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“I’ve Come at Last to Anhedonia” by Michael L. Utley
“I’ve Come at Last to Anhedonia” by Michael L. Utley I’ve come at last to Anhedoniathat bleak and melancholy landbeyond the god-forsaken desert sandfar ‘cross the sea of memorieswhere sunlight fades and none has e’er returned the forests filled with stunted thingsthat in the shadows furtive lurkrise forth from mires…
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In the Yawn of the Night by Tony Ashenden
Through the sleep yawning night I drive on a mission of need, the roadside silhouettes of factory and farm broken by a necklace of moving white lights coming toward me. Able, experienced and resisting sleep my capable pilot holds the car steady, continually checking temperature, dials and mirror; …
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Go Ahead and Take a Bite (Double Dog) by Scott Thomas Outlar
and a halo of fire twin crown of the spikenard in duplicate, the reign of blindside terror blunt force object(ion)s loosened by torque of tongue and honed cries are not of the banshees but the drooling lips of monsters churned through utter madness you’ve got your sexy nuclear bombs and…
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«What is a Good Parent?» by Etya Vasserman Krichmar
«What is a Good Parent?» by Etya Vasserman Krichmar A good parent is not flawless, nor untouchable.A good parent is human, but responsible. They love without conditions, as if love were the air their child breathes.They stand as shelter when sour weather brews,And as sunlight when shadows linger for too…
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Welcome to Babo’s by Gerald Yelle
Where the bread’s as fresh as your mouth. The sign said “We’re open but if you have a cough you can’t come in.” Another said “Don’t ride it like a cowboy. Use the glove instead” and pointed to a box on the bench by the door. Aside from that and…
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Abandoning A Chair On the Pavement by kushal Poddar
In warming East the half light floats up. In light darkness I carry the heft of my father’s termite ridden chair. I aim to leave it at the far end of the lane. My hands quiver as if not as if, in certainty, I feel the heat of the shame.…
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«Lies» by Friscia Magbanua
«Lies» by Friscia Magbanua Everything feels intact in our bones..Love is our tragedy and hope becomes our formality. I felt you with every corner of my dreams but none of it is making any sense. Am I working in your heart?Because you made everything feel like an obligation. Tell me…
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My Neighbor Across The Street by Karima Hoisan
She had that vibration… that made cats want to sit in her lap. When she floated through her house, the walls shimmered and the floors shined. No one could put their finger on what it was, but at her dinner parties, no one ever added salt; they never added pepper;…
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Fast Water Blues by Edward Ahern
Some decades ago, on the Exploits River in Newfoundland I was fly fishing for Atlantic salmon, my guide a local who’d befriended me, telling of his FM fishing show and letting me meet the tolerant woman who lived with him. He was a man of enthusiasms, vulnerably open and uncritical,…
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«Fantasy» by Arshein Deticio
«Fantasy» by Arshein Deticio Living in what-ifs is living a thousand lies,A falsehood we keep, a hopeful truth we cling to with closed eyes.Holding onto could-have-beens, a traitor to our own hearts.A bait in an innocent field of daisies, an alluring, wanna-be-flawless rose it is. What-ifs are lies of our…
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Autumn–winter Serene by Nicole Sara
How do I colorserenity,what hues do I giveits fine wings,and how do I paint its soft pulse, the peaceful murmur it brings? How do I drawits sweet heart,and where do I pourits sweet essencewhen the seed of its miracle soul sprouts like a mystery presence? What do I callits deep…
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«Seedtime and Harvest» by Alexis Araneta
«Seedtime and Harvest» by Alexis Araneta I am a verdant rainforest Where trees deftly learnTo, one day, kiss the sky Moss slowly grows on my feetFrom past worlds and realms Where I treaded, I leapt, I pirouettedBlooms of vermilion and magenta Unfold to taste a morsel of sun As I hum a harmony, an innate rhythm But…
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Ameliorate by Paul Tristram
I (still) salute your Arrival into my (chaotic) Life … with both Euphoria and Amazement. ‘They’ are not for Us, I’m merely laying ‘Mines’ … you’ll understand, later. You are freshly-laid egg-warmth to my Heart… and the Nest of our Embrace … translates ‘Ferocity’ into ‘Delicate Tenderness’. “I give, I…
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