by Jim Willis
A green gecko edged in blue
rests like an “S” on the blue plywood
of the boarded up lei stand at Kealakekua. Continue reading
by Jim Willis
A green gecko edged in blue
rests like an “S” on the blue plywood
of the boarded up lei stand at Kealakekua. Continue reading
Filed under Poetry
by Robert N. Watson
1: The Bad Joke
“I’ll just tell them,” He laughs, “that the soul is mighty,
Because it might survive a summer breeze.
‘Eternal,’ sure, if it dies eternally.”
But, taking up some leaves with a little spring
And sap still in them, soul lodges in the eaves
Like a bird who is happier when nothing human remains,
When doors stay closed, and nobody admires
Its throaty little offspring as they learn
To turn worms into flight: into feathers
That taper off to nothing, but bend the air Continue reading
Filed under Poetry
by Marcia Hurlow
When you have left again,
this day reduced to a thin
cinder of sunlight caught Continue reading
Filed under Poetry
by Joe Balaz
Human nature no change
wen da time digits go by
so try dis battery-powered E-cig
wit induced vapors
and let me know wat you tink. Continue reading
Filed under Poetry
by Seth Jani
Invariably, these statues sing.
Wrought-up in the darkened landscape
By the combing wind
They sway in their emerald music
While overhead, the small muscles
Of the stars work the universe.
They are the old, gnarled fingers
From the earth’s deep clutches.
The towering alphabet from which the birds Continue reading