Stanzaic Stylings

Pieces of Me White pages whisper in the wind, hovering low to the ground as I drag my feet, uncertain of where I’m going. Silence holds my mind as my eyes fall on darkness, afraid to face the dreams that beg to be lived not buried within. Alone I stand, surrounded by the pages that yet have to be written. The question burns in a heart left cold buried under vines of my soul if time will continue to walk ahead without a look back on the footprints fading quickly behind me? Will I become a ghost here, another blank face in the crowd, or will I find the courage to take the pen, write the pages that whisper in the wind? http://channillo.com/series/ lizardian/ Click here for Glass Skies Over Home on Amazon.com

Cleveland Haiku #431 Geese sit on the lake--- temporary buoys bobbing on the water Cleveland Haiku #432 Just above the shore--- a signpost with the sign missing in action Cleveland Haiku #433 Lake view--- the illusion of gray and green water Cleveland Haiku #434 "Park closes at dark" Yet there are lights on the tennis courts Cleveland Haiku #435 Plastic bags flying as flags on some bare trees BIO: I am a 59-year-old retired firefighter/paramedic and active poet who has had one full-length book (Euclid Creek, from Deep Cleveland Press) and a few shorter-length books published, and has a second full-length book, Euclid Creek Book Two, forthcoming from unbound content press.

Blush I f my hands could  touch your body like my words have touched your heart, I could write a love poem while running my fingers through your soul. The most beautiful poems are not written on paper but, rather traced upon the contours of the skin, and read through whispers and moans making even the Moon blush. (First Published in "Moonlight Dreamers of Yellow Haze" Anthology.) Click Here for Moonlight Dreamers of Yellow Haze on Amazon.com You can also find Alicia's poetry at Dandelion In A Vase Of Roses on Amazon . Bio: Blanca Alicia Garza is from Las Vegas, Nevada. She is a nature and animal lover, and enjoys spending time writing. Some of her poems are published in the Poetry Anthology, "Moonlight Dreamers of Yellow Haze", now available at Amazon.com. Blanca's published work can be viewed at The Poet Community, Whispers, The Winamop Journal, Indiana Voice Journal, Tuck Magazine, Scarlet Leaf Review as w...

Stars A kaleidoscope  Of iridescent diamonds Illuminate night Lynn Long is an aspiring writer/novelist.

The Hedgerow Fairies Where have they gone, the hedgerow fairies  in their harebell hats? I used to see them sitting under their leafy roofs  stitching their summer dresses of poppy and mallow petals with long silk threads  catching the summer sunlight as the smiling spiders spun. I miss them so, the hedgerow fairies in their harebell hats. I used to see them collecting armfuls of meadow sweet to stuff their nighttime mattresses, making doorways in their new toadstool homes with sharp stones. Maybe they’ve gone underground to escape the passing cars and tractors. Maybe they only come out at night now and stitch and stuff under the moonlight. I don’t know. But I miss them so, the hedgerow fairies in their harebell hats. First published in Vox Poetica,  2016 Bio: Lynn White lives in north Wales. Her work is influenced by issues of social justice and events, places and people she has known or imagined. She is especially interested in exploring the boundaries of drea...

Photo by Joanne Olivieri A tribute to Christopher Marlowe's The Passionate Shepherd to his Love To Thee Upon thy lips pure nectar sweet I share a kiss with thee For soft as silk I pray thee will come love and be with me Unto thine eyes  my soul decree  thou heart to cherish be As pure as light my love this night I freely give to thee. http://joanneolivieri.weebly.com/

Lack of Lamps In the cheap hotels where the porter sleeps in the stagnant air coming through the window in all the rooms no matter the area no matter the station no matter the floor so you cling to streetlights you notice simple fountains you look for the sun you look in her eyes someday you will ask someday you will buy but they will never give they will never give they will only give flowers they will give the special of the day they will give you the key they will give you water but there is a famine there is a shortage there is a lack and you have to compensate you have your vision you have your hearing you smell the food that tastes so good you turn the light off you feel the darkness you wonder about time you sleep to wake you listen hard sometimes you laugh at private jokes the darkness is without the fire you have within Biography: David Francis has produced six albums of songs, one of poems, and "Always/Far," a chapbook of lyrics and drawings.  His film "Vil...