Category: Poetry

Photographs hang on a makeshift draped-cloth wall beside a train station in Buenos Aires. A woman with blonde hair awry carefully adjusts the flowers beside her daughter’s picture. Other photos receive love notes from family...

An accomplished project planner meanders aimless through months of pain, her pleas to doctors and Disability rejected with sneers. A beloved doctor rarely leaves her bed, isolated from patients, friends, and hope. A young friend...

After the ruckus about snakes, apples and Eve’s avaricious grasping lips, she and Adam lost their gig as garden-tenders, took to the road without passport, visa, or any picture I.D., couldn’t find a home, got turned...

shaving off a word with red ink slicing it like prime rib no need for such a hunk of meat when a wafer-thin piece will do less is more less is more I keep repeating swiping a machete to unearth the imagery in the jungle’s...

eight long legs and spotted belly master of suspense                 suspended silken strands stretched limb-to-limb         beware, oh, walker you might find your face in the center of her sticky...

sounds siphon through mud bubbles— seep into my seed no one sees my beauty       not yet but as the sun warms the water, pulls me toward its light i arch my back release my limbs       and...

It’s quiet here in the office tonight. And I’ve stopped working for just a few minutes To close my eyes and remember times When I have held you close. And felt the warmth of your soft sweet lips on mine And felt you lay your...

Orlo’s heard he comes from stardust, and because of the care, thought, patience and time involved in such a task, this works for him. He’s flattered.   Ron Drummond is author of “Why I Kick At Night” (Portlandia). A...

Five chirps. A pause. Five more chirps. Orlo consults the guide to his CO gas monitor to decode this birdish alert. Four loud chirps mean open all windows, call 911, move at once to fresh air. If the pattern is repeated after...

Covering the entrance of sounds, Guarding the restless temple of minds, A shelter for life’s vertigo. ears soak in the mystery solution insulating noises, Finally, a flow into my internal heart. Whether I am resonating with your...