Saturday, March 31, 2018

A Vibrant Newness by Daginne Aignend and Jack Waller

A Vibrant Newness


The last vestige of winter lingers,

as we await impatiently

for spring to break forth

Releasing in its majesty new life,

as we recall from the deep recesses

Memories of a vibrant newness

brought in the rolling back of a stone.


Still ice crystals on my window

when Aurora shows her smiling face

The pale sun gingerly reveals herself,

shy little beams of her precious light

Inhaling the subtle fragrance of early

confident red and yellow tulips.

bravely defying Winter's last breath


The moon reflects in subtle hues,
a blanket of calm,
where turbulence is stilled.
An undeserved gift-
Respite from the maelstrom

of daily life, which we will

not allow being extinguished.


Warming my hands on my cup

of hot tea, I wonder how

the tulips sleep, set at rest

by the shimmering moonlight

Dreaming about another day

where they can spread their petals

flirting with the blushing Spring sun

Jack Waller is a 79 years old resident of Halifax, Nova Scotia, Canada. He has a Diploma in Theology from The Atlantic School of Theology. He's a widower with 5 children and 5 grandchildren, he remarried to a husband. Jack has a deep faith and spirituality.
Daginne Aignend is a pseudonym for the Dutch writer, poetess, photographic artist Inge Wesdijk. She likes hard rock music, fantasy books, is a vegetarian who loves her animals.

She's the Poetry Editor ofWhispers and has been published in many poetry journals, magazines and anthologies. She has a fun project website

Wednesday, March 28, 2018

The Moon and the Star by Lynn Long

The Moon and the Star

He sleeps with the moon
Exists in another world
He is but a dream
She is the starlight
Shining bright
All he ever needs

Sunday, March 25, 2018

new moon by Theresa A. Cancro

Wilbur the barn owl photo by Joanne Olivieri

new moon

new moon –
the silent swoop
of a barn owl

Bio: Theresa A. Cancro writes poetry, short fiction and nonfiction. Dozens of her poems and short fiction pieces have been published internationally online and in print. She strives to find sparks of wonder in the ordinary

Tuesday, March 20, 2018

Haiku by Lynn Long


Against the moonlight

She flutters her wings breathless

Kissing the night air

Monday, March 19, 2018

Shakespearean Baseball Sonnet #7 by Michael Ceraolo

Shakespearean Baseball Sonnet #7

Lo, in the Orient was the graceful light:
No words left for him to conquer at home,
He would become an Occidental sight.
Playing the game with sacred majesty,
He would scale the top of the outfield wall
And sit there to take a homer away.
And he would dare the baserunners to run
On the arm from the Land of the Midnight Sun.
And facing the fastest pitches with care
He could deftly place the ball anywhere.
On base he'd disrupt a pitcher's rhythm
And then steal bases any time on him.
And though late through the American portal,
The beauty of his game is immortal.

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

Friday, March 16, 2018

Home Grown by Stefanie Bennett


The Dust Devil family

Like a top,
Like a mule,
And won’t
Ever forsake
The past
For last...

BiO: Stefanie Bennett, ex-blues singer and musician has published several books of poetry,a novel and a libretto, and works with Arts Action For Peace. Poems have appeared inShot Glass Journal, Poetry Pacific, The Fib Review, Poetic Diversity and others.Stefanie’s most recent titles ‘Black Spring’ – Ginninderra Press; ‘The Vanishing’ WalleahPress and ‘Blanks From The Other World’ [due May – June] are available from Amazon.Of mixed ancestry [Italian/Irish/Paugussett-Shawnee] Stefanie was born in Queensland.Australia.

Thursday, March 8, 2018

December Morn by John Grey

Ice halos every bare bedraggled tree.
Garden withers out of sight.
The box-hedge browns but holds its shape.
Along the fence sprout tiny pines,
all ghosts of Christmas past,
green candles flamed by sun.
Morning rays glisten off snow mounds,
melt the flakes on bedroom windows.
Out of warm flannel sheets,
a family emerges,
a yawning but instructive lesson
in how bodies come to be.
The father wobbles and looms
above all others like a bewhiskered moose.
The mother follows in his shadow,
a trail of trembling bones, chilly breath,
on course for the thermostat.
Children trampoline bounce
to cold, unfriendly floor,
dare the weather to slow their progress.
The life in fields, in woods, is sporadic,
maybe a hare, its coat winter white,
or a squirrel burrowing aimlessly
for its forgotten cache.
But the people lead,
fill the spaces of the house
with cheery voices, clattering kitchen sounds,
the hiss of water boiling,
the rattle and reward of cranked-up radiators.
The scramble for survival is on outside.
Inside, the comfort can barely contain itself.
A woman kisses, a child hugs...
I have this moment on good authority

Wednesday, March 7, 2018

Eighty Days by Michael Ceraolo

               July 14, 1881


I once considered correspondence
to be the great drudgery of my life,
but now my goal is to recover enough
to resume that 'great drudgery'


"When all these matters,
my life,
             my address
get before the public and they know just why
I assassinated the president
there will be a big reaction in my favor
I don't know how long I will have to remain here
It depends on how soon the president dies."

Monday, March 5, 2018

A Taint of Pity by Ken Allen Dronsfield Review

A Taint of Pity is a journey through poetic excellence. Ken Allen Dronsfield is constantly surprising me with his complex works of art. Yes, it is sheer art that when reading it becomes a canvas of words mingling in a masterpiece of truth, wisdom and beauty, This poet exemplifies the craft of poetry with his effortless strokes of ebb and flow. He writes a contemporary message with traditional expertise which is very rare in this day and age. Very few poets have been able to write with these extraordinary qualities. His imagery and story telling is exciting and has you anxiously awaiting the next stanza. His imagery as in the poem Lunatique brings forth the limitless bounds to which he can create these unique poems. Sylvia Plath comes to mind when reading many of his works. Works like Infernal ooze a heartfelt and powerful message with ease and grace. I am a huge fan of Ken's work and when I think about that old saying "You can't improve upon perfection" that saying is wrong. You can and Ken Allen Dronsfield does in all of his poetry. This is a fantastic read by one of my top favorite contemporary poets. Also, the real and heartfelt dedication is emotional and tells a story of his life. Thank you, Ken for always inspiring me. Sammy thanks you too.

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