Tuesday, September 18, 2018

Bonham, Texas by Linda Imbler



Bonham, Texas

Springs’s leaves fall limp and wet
and hug the gentle bough
from showers that quench the land.
Flowers of pansy and hyacinth
blossom beside the long porch,
and upon the meadow’s splendor,
we stand awed against waves of bluebonnets.

Within the shimmer of summer,
the farm is an active place.
During a long walk uphill, 
we wend paths active with animal life and birds
and quickly flowing streams,
or stroll across green pastures
in need of mowing
as grasses tickle our ankles.
We avoid ‘The Bottoms,’
where the tusked wild boar live,
because no entreaty will appease them.
If by chance they should pass by,
we wear our armor on our hips.

In the drier days,
while leaves sleep and dream
of their reincarnation as new buds,
Autumn deeply inhales summer’s breath
and exhales that breath as its own. 

In winter, the night is so dark
that even prayers are invisible.
There is no light, except from the fire pits
and a small front porch bulb.
In the dusk of day,
the walks seem twice as long,
for now the streams are thick with ice
and the paths lack tracks.
Everything, but us,
sleeps with the leaves,
And although the way seems lengthened, 
it gives us time to dream our own dreams.


Friday, September 14, 2018

Freedom and Cobwebs by Gauri Dixit

Freedom and Cobwebs


Freedom is where


The blackholes


Have lights



In the empty spaces


Streets are poised


To take fights



Freedom is that corner 


Of the mind which has cobwebs


In spite of being in plain sight 



And they don't clean it up


Or rinse it


With all their might

Thursday, September 13, 2018

Casual Sex by Paula Hackett

From  her Book Roulette


For more information including bio and discography, visit her website Paula Hackett Website



Wednesday, September 12, 2018

Summer's Stand-In by Linda Imbler


Caul
on sky;
the changeling
enters our world
and dims what once shone.
Summer switched to Autumn.
The once bright days seem darker
and the wind becomes heavy blown.
This replacement steeps all in shadow.
Fall, as summer’s stand-in, brings dusky air.



Tuesday, September 11, 2018

Raissa by James D. Casey IV


Raissa

Wear your dreams

To and fro

My dear

Nurse your youth

Keep lightning

In your veins

Even with a thousand

Pains in your heart

My little black rose

With no sweeter kiss

More honeyed than yours

Your love I will remember

Far after we become

Bumps in the night

Still

Hand in hand

Within the ether


James D. Casey IV has authored four books of poetry. All are available on Amazon under the titles Metaphorically Esoteric, Dark Days Inside the Light While Drunk on Wine, Tin Foil Hats & Hadacol Coins, and Owls in Hot Rods with Pink Elephants and Dead Bats. His work is also published in print and online by small press venues and literary magazines around the globe including Triadæ Magazine, Constellate Literary Journal, Stanzaic Stylings, Indiana Voice Journal, Beatnik Cowboy, Dope Fiend Daily, Rye Whiskey Review, Under The Bleachers, Dissident Voice, Scarlet Leaf Review, Zombie Logic Review, Whispers, Duane's PoeTree, Tuck Magazine, Poetry Breakfast, Outlaw Poetry,  Poetry Life & Times, and several others. Mr. Casey is a southern poet with roots in Louisiana and Mississippi, currently residing in Illinois with his muse, their goofy dog, and two black cats. James spends his days writing, but also enjoys practicing magick, cooking Cajun cuisine, and spending time with family. You can find links to his books and other projects here: https://cajunpoetjames.wordpress.com/