Tupack the Poet
The Power of a Smile The power of a gun can kill and the power of fire can burn the power of wind...
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IRON IN THE FIRE BY ELDON KELLOGG, JR.
Until one day with work progressing
Soul does glisten near perfection
Not quite there the Blacksmith reckons
Put back in the fire again
THE AGE OF ASPARAGUS BY BOBBIE WAYNE
Maybe there is a certain age at which a person’s chemistry changes, like a breaker switch being thrown, after which everything you thought you knew about yourself alters. This might explain the unnerving development I began to notice about fifteen years ago.
Read MoreASHOKA BY JANET POWERS
Ashoka told his story everywhere:
on rocks, pillars, iron columns,
and what he wrote startles even now.
Waging war, he admitted,
was a mistake.
HUMMINGBIRDS BY RICHARD LEBOVITZ
The hummingbirds
arrived in our backyard
again this summer,
stopping to refuel
on their long flight south.
BURN AND RAVE BY SEAN LAUSE
My father rages at time and fate,
wrestling with the angel of bandages,
burning the forge of his dying heart,
TZU-JAN BY WALLY SWIST
Tsu-jan Literally meaning self-ablaze, it is what I experienced standing in the riverbed of Cushman Brook that summer of drought those twenty-five years ago, my Labrador standing on the banks, curiously watching me, tilting her...
Read MoreNearly Invisible Pollen By Mario Duarte
weeps over the humid air at twilight,
a shallow creek meanders across town,
while small, white butterflies dissolve into
terminal nothingness—a cicada husk
THE FIELD TRIP WHEN HEARTS GREW COLD -XXIV- BY DANIEL JAMES SUNDAHL
I do know this: In the years that followed, I never again saw that little girl dance with the same abandonment as she did that Saturday morning in the aisle of the church bus which beetled its way north….
Read MoreSTREETS OF LOVE BY DIANA RADOVAN
And maybe letting go instead of holding on will be a harder process than you could ever imagine, harder than anything you have ever done before.
Read MoreWASTED TIME BY LINDA EVE DIAMOND
Time awakens late—and slow.
Looks back—into a black hole.
BIRD SHOT BY GERALD KAMENS
“And George,” Curtis had called up to him earlier that night, from his seat in the first row, as George appeared from behind a wing, “Just remember, when you enter the stage with your nephew, to lean down on your cane the way we showed you.” No, they weren’t actually in the Ukraine, he knew. Instead, they were all sitting around the long dark wood table toward the left side (audience view) of a large stage in a Northern Virginia theater.
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