Etiqueta: little chews
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“Men of the Great River” by Yongbo Ma
You have seen brave men upon the great riverimagined their haggard faces at break of dayyou know if you follow any river far enoughyou will surely find them all The dragged boat shadowsseem frozen still in duskunreal rays of lightfall equally on your face and theirs Their hands stretched through…
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“First Date (Heather)” by Peter Lingard
Heather hadn’t had a date since New Year’s Eve, and that was a disaster. The man got drunk and tried to persuade her to let in the New Year with a bang. She agreed and punched his nose. People laughed and applauded as she ran out of the nightclub. Andrew…
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Fiction Micros by John RC Potter
Conquering Fears in the Haunted Wood: A Candid Conversation between L. M. Montgomery and her Canadian Creation, Anne Shirley Anne was sitting by her gable window. In all essential respects, the little gable chamber was unchanged. Yet the whole character of the room was altered. It was as if all…
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“Rocks” by Barbara Leonhard and Nolcha Fox
I’m a rock in an inner tube.You’re a rock skipping the water.We started with enthusiasm,with no idea of wherewe might end up.We’re both in danger of sinking. The danger could bea blessing. We may findsecrets in the deep.An old Roman roadgoing nowhere.Gold coins gleaminguntarnished memories. Maybeunderwater cavesfilled with crystals. Maybe…
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Haiku by Joshua St. Claire
Mountain Haiku the low cloudsover the mountain100 miles distant hazy mountainthe houseflyon the window leaving the mountain becoming clouds last thunderechoing on blue mountainFeste’s voice stratocumulus radiatusa line of geesetoward long mountain at the top of the hemlock where the mountain ends just lying therein the hyacinth windblue mountain midsummer…
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“Old Friends” by Melissa Lemay
I ran into her the other day,she had on dark sunglasses.Tears fell from behind themas she told meshe needed helpand asked meabout whereI go to counseling. Embalming fragrancecovered my memory,but it couldn’t keepthe horrors flashing back.I want to talk to her — I remember being in the back seat,while your…
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“Party Girl” by Bill Tope
She sat on the edge of an easy chair, overlooking a coffee table—beautiful, solid oak–on which all her most important possessions were carefully put into neat little piles. On one end of the table was a panoply of medium-sized white and ecru tablets–the amphetamines–and close at hand was a colorful…
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Poems on Aging by Lynn White
A Question of Identity On her 90th birthday, she looked in the mirrorand tried to identify the face looking back.She felt the same as ever.But the face,that was the mystery.How could she connect the two,how she felt and how she looked.Perhaps a mystic would tell herthat the face had been…
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“As I Remember It…” by Bill Tope
1971 “You want this jacket?” asked Cathy, opening the closet door wide to reveal a handmade denim jacket festooned with hundreds of large, garish silver stars. Cliff regarded the apparel dubiously. “Where’d you get that?” he asked his lover of one night. “This junkie I used to date,” she replied…
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“The Pixie by the Pond” by Matias Travieso-Diaz
The Pixies, they who change not, nor grow old or die.The Pixies, though they love us, behold us pass away,And are not sad for flowers they gathered yesterdayNora Chesson, The Pixies Brian just finished his Junior year at Stanford University, where he was pursuing a course of studies at the…
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Tattered Covers & Broken Spine Reviews “Butchers” by Todd Sullivan
Butchers is a solid read and will scratch that itch if you’re looking for something a little fresh and a little different in a vampire story. https://tatteredandbroken.com/2023/05/23/butchers Purchase Links Paperback: eBook:
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“her dad” by John Yamrus
her dad wasdifferentfrom other dads. hetook goodcare of her, andshe loved him, but hecried a lot,and sometimes helooked scared.
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“Me, Myself” by Doug Hawley and Bill Tope
“Why are all of these people ghosting me?” Steven exclaimed, addressing an empty room. “People have things to do,” counseled Willy, Steven’s inner self. “They’re busy. They can’t just wait around breathlessly for your emails and then respond accordingly.” “Why not?” challenged Steven hotly. “Because, lover, they have lives.” “I’m…
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Odes to Buddhism, Part 2, by Yongbo Ma
Ode to Maitreya The dream-responding peak ranks among the five sacred hills.Xuedou Mountain towers high, bathed in the breeze of mercy.Sack slung o’er shoulder, he traverses mortal lands.His heart contains heaven and all earthly trace.The colossal bronze statue, unmatched worldwide.His smiling eyes pierce all worldly divide.He dwell among mankind, not…
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Nonfiction Micros by John RC Potter
Broken English My sister, Jo, and I enjoyed having fun. This continued into young adulthood. We often went for drives on Sundays. On one jaunt, I suddenly had an inspired idea. I stopped the car near a boy who was in his yard. “Ein Flugzeug aus Rio landet gerade!”…
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“Life is hiding amongst the coral” by Ken Tomaro
some people have seen the Taj Mahal in India, the Great Barrier Reef I have seen an owl staring me down from five feet away before it flies off from one tree to the other wild turkeys wandering in the middle of nowhere blurred cloud edges in a completely focused…
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