Monday, October 16, 2017

Red Closeted Dream by Blanca Alicia Garza

Red Closeted Dream

Cold and empty walls
Silence that tears the soul 
Memories moistening the eyes
Promises the wind took away 
An unworn red dress
left forgotten in a closet 
A white rose symbolizing
eternal love stored in the
dusty drawer of oblivion.

Bio: Blanca Alicia Garza is a Poet from Las Vegas, Nevada. She is a nature and animal lover, and enjoys spending time writing. Her poems are published in the Poetry Anthologies, "Moonlight Dreamers of Yellow Haze", and "Dandelions in a Vase of Roses" now available at Blanca's work can be found in  The Poet Community, Whispers, The Winamop Journal, Indiana Voice Journal, Tuck Magazine, Raven's Cage Ezine, Scarlet Leaf Review as well as Birdsong Anthology 2016, Vol 1.

Thursday, October 12, 2017

Free Speech Canto XLII by Michael Ceraolo

Free Speech Canto XLII

They billed themselves as
The Worldwide Leader in Sports,
and that meant a lot of hours
when they had no live events to show
had to be filled somehow,
with reruns of some of those events
or reruns of their highlights shows
But they also had talk programs,
where those who had made it
to the summit of mediocrity
gave their opinions on happenings
both on and off the field
(mostly on)
So far, so so-so

But when some of those hired
to give their opinions,
by no means secret to the hirers,
gave certain opinions they were
either suspended or fired
for doing what they were hired for

A new slogan for the Mousey company:
The Worldwide Leader in Censorship
Hyperbole yes, but
more accurate than the current slogan

Bio:  "Michael Ceraolo is a retired firefighter/paramedic and active poet who has had one full-length book (Euclid Creek, from Deep Cleveland Press) and a few chapbooks published (among the chapbooks is Cleveland Haiku, from Green Panda Press). He has a second full-length book, Euclid Creek Book Two, forthcoming from unbound content press, and is continually working on new and existing poetry projects."

Wednesday, October 11, 2017

Stills by Daipayan Nair


When I revive you by 
from a past of being torn, 
being plucked with force, being made 
a lover's bouquet without choice

How could I ignore the silent breeze,
its own share of pollens
swaying your mind for a while

Now, there are two roses left:
Which blooms after death 
The other that blooms before it 

To the flower, I can say, 'it's full of beauty'
even when the garden isn't full of it

Your petals around it 
is just your photograph.


Born on 1988 in a small town of Silchar, Assam, India. Daipayan Nair is a freelance writer/columnist, poet, fiction writer and essayist. His works have been published in a lot of printed anthologies and online poetry journals like The Poetry Breakfast, The Galway Review, Tuck Magazine, 1947 Literary Journal, Duane's PoeTree Blog etc. He was recently awarded The Reuel International Poetry Prize 2016. His works have been translated in quite a few languages. He has also got a book to his name. His first collection of poems is named 'The Frost' which was released in 2015. His recent publication is a co-authored anthology of poems titled ‘THE VIRTUAL REALITY’ which was released at the end of 2016. Currently he is working on his upcoming project, a detailed poetry book on the new poetry form ‘Tideling' titled ‘Parallelism’ to be published by the end of 2017.

Tuesday, October 10, 2017



Green onions, fried rice,
soy sauce, star fruit –
I nibble on smells
as I roam the marketplace.

One stall offers natural medicines
from the rain forest –
lavender and indigo.
I sniff myself a cure or two.

Someone unzips a banana.
Another cuts into passionfruit skin.
Seeds ride sweet yellow juice
into the salty warm.
And everywhere there’s pineapples,
ripe and sun-burst on opening.

Later there’ll be fireworks.
But, for now,
I’m checking out a lilikoi,
its bright yellow skin, tart pulp.

It tastes of Oahu, Maui, Kauai
and the big Island.
It makes me feel
sea-air brushed,
water lapped,

and miles from any neighbor.

Wednesday, October 4, 2017

Nightshade Oblivion by Colleen Keller Breuning

Nightshade Oblivion

Sundown falls in shades of purple
its shadows dancing across the wall
the sound of silence speaks in muted whispers
flickering like a candle in the wind…

Lost in the confines of my mind
in between the hollow spaces
of yesterday and tomorrow
moments where unspoken dreams wallow…

Our spirits once fused in a blaze of glory
its raging fire burned, white hot rapture
now cold embers buried in the snow
for nothing seems to lasts forever...

Wounded hearts bleed like crushed grapes
time in a bottle, boxed vintage wine
your essence lingers on my tastebuds
indelibly branded deep within my soul….

But bent and broken wings will mend
as defiant moon repents its mortal sins
and angry zephyr howls its proclamations
stirring up the nightshade of this empty room…

where I shall wait for you.

Colleen Keller Breuning © 2017

Colleen Keller Breuning is a poet and photographer who was born and raised in Maryland. She currently resides in Purcellville, Virginia with her husband and cats, Tommy and Jordan. Her poetry, short stories and photography have been published in a variety of print and online magazines during the past decade. Her first poetry book, Shadows of My Father, was a tribute to her father and published in 2011. She is currently working on her second book of poetry, along with assorted photography projects. She participates in several online writing groups. In addition to poetry and photography, she loves nature, music, cats and wine (not necessarily in that order).