Kinder Times The Angels are reflected in the water.Dirty faces with sad eyes.Their wings are broken.Their hair matted.When they are close you can smell their decay.Try not to look into the water, it will only remind you of kinder times.
Yesterday’s Prose It was only yesterday Voices were heard, stories were told Family, friends to hug as well as hold All came to a stand still The day corona virus decided to intermingle Single handily the globe, left out into the cold Today this land is no longer our land Together we stand ToContinue reading “VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Rita Recine”
Victoria Coach Station-Isle of Wight. An inexplicable indoor wind whips litter around my feet and bags.A newly docked Coach, it’s hot tyre smell reminds me of the roads back home in Summertime.Though we are deep in November, nearly December.Coaches smell of Summer, years of my childhood on a tourist island where Coaches abound, andContinue reading “VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Stephen Whitter”
I Am an Oracle In 2025 the United States as we know it will cease to exist. In 2042 I will die, alone and impoverished, in a shoddy facility set up, quickly and haphazardly, to house the elderly and terminally ill. Between those two events, my wife will die of a medical emergency. In 2070,Continue reading “VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Ethan Goffman”
Moonlight Sonata Make do with spirit and synapses that go and go and go and go Lift off outer space The stars are your only friends Jack Kerouac was a dick and his writing was the sign of pathetic, monkey typing Genius It pains me to say that he changes the times but were theContinue reading “VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Ari Whipple”
Waltz Footprints in Snow Care to dance a new waltz renew, or drift back to those old vintage footprints− waltz with me footprints in snow fog covering over old snow. Rose Petals in a Dark Room I’m but a poet of this ministry, rose petals in a dark room fall. Everyone’s life is a conflict.Continue reading “VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Michael Lee Johnson”