Showing posts from December, 2017

Come sit with me by Lynn Long

Come sit with me beneath the sycamore treeWe'll share our storiesand whisper our dreamsYou'll tell me yoursI'll tell you mineAnd together, we'llstay lost in time

My Beloved Poet by Blanca Alicia Garza

My Beloved Poet

I wasn't looking when I found you, I've been expecting your arrival forever. You've turned into everything I wished and wanted, alwaysbringing peace to my hurt and tormented soul. You turned my gray days into colorful rainbows, while each of your tender words were tattooed deep inside my impassioned heart. You've caressed me without touching me and your kisseshave returned my bright smile and restored my faith in love.(Initially published on Whispers)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. Blanca …

Like a Mad Moment by Michael H. Brownstein

like a mad momentlike a stone spirit locked in a quartz crystalWhere is the god of the dead,the wide mouthed turtle that shivers and stabs?I lost a brother never birthed,small as a piece of exploding balloon.Nearby, a science class of liver eaters,white water bouncing from rock to rock,and I who resist sleep as I resist sex, never dream,yet I am the one who discovered the Continent of Columbus,the mad cities of Amerigo Vespucci,the bone fragmented totems of Magellan,but not the syphilis of Captain Cook and his tribe of salt eaters,their great sails gods with wings.The women of the island swan out to them laughing,their lack of inhibition a perfume.Nor did I discover the golden esophagus’s of the Conquistadorsso thirsty for gold, once when they were captured,they were forced to drink it. Who among ussearches for the Monograph of Truth in the jungle,in the night? Who among us knows the mad womantorn apart by one she knew all her life?I lost a sister five months before her birth date,so …