The Artist in Love —David J Hopcroft

The Artist in Love The pen moves gently along the lines Sometimes pausing with the artist’s thought Then rushing forward like a dam that has burst Creativity that quenches the artist’s thirst Scenes feelings and emotions all brought together Words then are tokens of so many different signs The pen now sketches out a pictureContinue reading “The Artist in Love —David J Hopcroft”

My Eye’s Delight —Paul Vincent Cannon

My Eye’s Delight I saw her working, her uncertain, improvised easel holding a whitened canvas, just waiting for those seemingly random daubs of bold impressionism, free form interpretations splashed with meaning, today there was no mere Renoir or Cezanne, this delicate weave of gossamer sheer, an orb’s masterpiece for my eye’s delight. ©Paul Vincent CannonContinue reading “My Eye’s Delight —Paul Vincent Cannon”

Killing Time Sipping Bloodied Ice Tea —Rory Matier

Killing Time Sipping Bloodied Iced Tea When the skies are slipping behind clouds, …. Late in the afternoon, Shying away as they do from the maddening crowds, … and eagerly teasing the awaiting moon, I like nothing better than sitting on the swing, …. Out the back on the ol’ tree in the yard, Toing,Continue reading “Killing Time Sipping Bloodied Ice Tea —Rory Matier”

The Poet and the Poem —Sue Viseth

i am her darling, the poem that’s died a thousand deaths sliced in a whim as i gasp my last breath my poet is a murderess, a ruthless seductress, killing me, her darling word by word piercing melodic prose, never to be heard she employs modern warfare: the dreaded reverse key and on her worstContinue reading “The Poet and the Poem —Sue Viseth”

Aengus 2 —Jane Dougherty

  I took a breath upon the wind today as full of life as rock and rose and sweet as spring water flowing.   A berry fell dark cycle closing the long and lonely season ending the fat trout rises.   And yet the light is cold and blue above the wandering trees and theContinue reading “Aengus 2 —Jane Dougherty”

swim —A. Gouedard

so strange this feeling of separation locked in a bottle gazing out floating on a shelf where you placed me fixed in time, preserved perfection can’t grow, explore or breath uncork me, pour me out a river will flow around you an ocean of endless love where the surf rises high on the evening tideContinue reading “swim —A. Gouedard”

The Human Diary —Wildheart

We talk all day long, And I find it beautiful. How I can tell you anything, And rant about life.   I pour out my insecurities, Tell you my deepest secrets. Damn! How did we get so close? Why do I trust you so much?   From fights with my boyfriend, To issues with myContinue reading “The Human Diary —Wildheart”

Identity —Lively Life

My coffee had a belly. It went under the second I swished it around it’s mug. Or is it my mug? It has more ownership being inside of it afterall. That is not to say being inside a woman, you own her. So maybe safe to say, it is the mug I am sipping outContinue reading “Identity —Lively Life”

Darkness Fell the Hollow Ones — The New Renaissance Mindset

Dimension: 9″ (23cm) x 12″ (30cm) The night fell and it became so dark that even the music became covered by it. We know it’s there but can hardly hear it. It floats behind the darkness. Our little figure has become the source of light within this darkness. Our behatted friend, Monteferro, perhaps a littleContinue reading “Darkness Fell the Hollow Ones — The New Renaissance Mindset”