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"TRAIN STATION" by Thasia Anne Lunger

Photo by Vlad Bagacian on Pexels.com From our first cryon a cold steriledelivery room tableto the last deep inhaleWe are all on a long dark trainWe stop get offstretch our legsWe get back onhoping for a better destinationWe stop to enjoya little life herea lot of life therealways aware that we are still on boardAt points in timethe engine is dragging usup the mountain passeswith those giant…

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Magnets by Barbara Gaiardoni

magnetson the refrigerator –summer memories a roaring fromthe sky at dusk. . .her tears  Bio  Barbara Anna Gaiardoni receveid two nominations for the Touchstone Award 2023, recognized on the Haiku Euro Top 100 list for 2023 and on The Mainichi’s Haiku in English Best 2023.Her Japanese-style poems has published in 154 international journals. They are been translated on Japanese, Romanian,…

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"Citrus Dream"  by Amit Shankar Saha

Photo by u00c1lvaro Carrilho on Pexels.com I scrape some skin of wakefulness,let memories diffuse in sleep.I conjure up your existencein patterns kaleidoscopic.In the orchard of dreams I feelyour presence in bits and pieces.Each peel a fruit that fills the airbut nothing’s full and no one cares.Like grass peppered with orange zest,that swell the scent of sprinkled rain,all little things that I…

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"Occulted" by Steve Brisendine

Photo by furkanfdemir on Pexels.com Scrawls inan old notebook – automatic writingfrom my own ghost, a message readtoo late. Copyright © 2024 Steve BrisendineAll Rights Reserved

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Looking for Something to Give by Fabrice Poussin

It is holiday season every day when you carefrom a distance or in the arms of a treasure.There is no dissing those grand soulsthrown upon a quest to buy a token of pleasure.In rags they dream for a moment of a smilethey will soon see on the lips of a child.It may be in a humble store where all costs a dollarwhere they discover the gift of a lifetime.Eager to say words they cannot findthey will…

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Elusive by Nolcha Fox

I was your obedient slave all my life,waiting for your embrace.But you had other lovers.You only stayed a few hours.Some loves aren’t meant to be,or so I thought.I’d given up on you.But last night you stayed. Sleep. Bio: Nolcha Fox’s poems have been curated in print and online journals. Her poetry books are available on Amazon and Dancing Girl Press. Nominee for 2023 Best of The Net, 2024 Best…

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SUNKEN  BASILICAS by Ray Whitaker

—Reflections and realizations on Climate ChangeWhether I come from the landof dark and coldthis late eve it is hard to tellwhich way the ocean does swell,I recognize that the lands do wanttheir own way with all of ustonight the seas do roaras the lighthouse searches for we that soarthere is a Basilica just under the wavesforever preserved by waters overlappingsunken there by the land’s shift the…

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A King’s Death by Fabrice Poussin

It may have been an hour of thunder upon the realma moment of fierce warring between those medieval knightsbut the air was calm carried by a balmy summer bliss.The time was far removed for armors and lancesa glorious battle to decide the valor of great warriorsperhaps this king had left his heart for glory.A gentle afternoon for the innocents of the domainthe wanderer encountered the wounded…

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For The Last Time Last Night By John RC Potter

I cried for you for the last time last night,there is no feeling left when one’s lost the fight.You have won the battlebut you just lost the war;you will forage on the groundwhen in the sky you could soar.I have no words left, yet my voice has never been louder;the deepest wounds one has are not made by gunpowder.You asked me to leave you thenbut a part of me stayed with you;can a drowning man…

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Benediction by Diane Funston

Nestled between rugged ridgesof jagged mountain range,a valley of peace presides.Rock runs deep here.Secrets in stone lie silent,as choirs of pine forestssing psalms to the windand eternity echoes---ancient voices,one prayer. Bio Diane Funston, recent Poet-in-Residence for Yuba Sutter Arts and Culture, created online “Poetry Square”. She has been published in F(r)iction, Lake Affect Magazine,…

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Mush! by Wayne F. Burke

Dark out at four p.m.the road a sheet of ice,cars snow-covered likeigloo huts; why go outside?Have to get grub at thestore, drag it back on thesled, the huskies like thework and the cold; I giveeach a pastrami sandwichon rye, their names areMutt & Jeff, their eyeslight up in the dark, theysleep beside my bed andthey obey the red law oftooth and claw here in thecruel North where naturespares no…

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"Perforation" by Amit Shankar Saha

Photo by Gergu0151 on Pexels.com This time is a grained glasswhere memories becometranslucent.Darkness is a parchmentwhere past permeatesthe present.Our meeting the plasma,luminescent in lightmicroscope. Inside each membraneyou mitochondrialdynamo.Outside each cell the heatcombusts sleep and curessomnolence.This night is laparoscopicfor a lucid dream toperforate. Copyright © 2024 Amit Shankar…

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"The Words I Need" by Fabrice B. Poussin

Photo by Nubia Navarro (nubikini) on Pexels.com I have looked at encyclopediasin ancient Greek, Latin, and Sanskritin search of the potion of magic soundsto speak the words that will echo intoeach fiber of your eternal being. I have scribed voluptuous lines ontoa chest still attempting to heavein India ink dark as final thoughtsdesperate tattoo artist screamingfor infinite colors of a lost…

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"Stalking" by Snigdha Agrawal

Photo by Pixabay on Pexels.com been stalking the ladyfor decades enchanted by her calmnessthrough rough patchesover deserts and mountainsalways ten paces aheadEvery time I tried catching upshe increased her pacewidening the gapbetween ustill the road endedShe stoppedWe metI sought her advicehow best to reachthat status of calmness.She held me to her breastwhispered...when burdenedwhen…

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"she wasn’t empty..." by John Yamrus

Photo by Marcelo Jaboo on Pexels.com she was filledwith emptiness...andthe differencedrove him absolutelyand completelymad.Copyright © 2024 John YamrusAll Rights Reserved

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TIRESIAS CAN DREAM STILL, BUT... by Abhilash Fraizer

Blind-eyed Tiresias had thousand colored dreams,Our thousand eyed world don't!Then, what is blindness? We have nurtured scarlet-dreams,Smeared with our brothers' blood!We have taught to kill and to burnThe dreams of the innocence,We have stolen the green dreamsFrom the nature's heart;We have wiped away the rainbowsFrom our children's eyes...And gifted them with guns instead! Old Tiresias still…

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DEBRIS TRAIL byThasia Anne Lunger

I walk the shoresof the grandLake ErieShe pulses and pusheslife and energyThe synergy between water and sunI lovecollecting beach glassshiny pebbles and trinkets bathed cleanThe sound of wavescathartic and caringas they carry meon my trekI scrambletoward a specsomething differentonly to bedisappointedas I follow alongsomeheartless soul'sdebris trailI add it to myTrash bagBio.Thasia Anne is a poet…