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  • Lynn Michael Martin: A seer has tasted of the world’s delights.

    A seer has tasted of the world’s delights.

    incidental poem to Bach’s Brandenburg Concerto No. III: I. Allegro
    by Lynn Michael Martin

    Sing of what is and has been,
    and can sing and cannot sing,
    and in my age, I will tell you
    that singing is being, Continue reading . . . “Lynn Michael Martin: A seer has tasted of the world’s delights.”

    Matthew Cordella-Bontrager: Assurance

    Suspicions be damned. Know this:

    He gave His decree to the Sea
    when He appointed the foundations of the earth, Continue reading . . . “Matthew Cordella-Bontrager: Assurance”

    Roger Biehn: Daybreak over Sinai

    On the summit when the breeze hit my back
    I turned to take the wind on my face;
    the moment of triumph dissolved in capitulation,
    in wondering why I had made the climb; Continue reading . . . “Roger Biehn: Daybreak over Sinai”

    Roger Biehn: American Thanksgiving

    Branches, black bones of November
    damp against putty sky;
    maple, basswood, poplar, ash;
    bleak sisterhood against the whisper Continue reading . . . “Roger Biehn: American Thanksgiving”

    Claudia Lehman: Perhaps

    Perhaps the angels tell the story
    as we would tell a fairy tale.
    Perhaps they whisper it into the hush
    between the stars— Continue reading . . . “Claudia Lehman: Perhaps”

    Krislyn Shank: Vagabond

    I am a vagabondish soul,
    lugged about in a knapsack
    — of breathful dust;
    restless feet beneath it Continue reading . . . “Krislyn Shank: Vagabond”

    Kenneth Kauffman: Restless

    He woke me from long night;
    Crusty eyes cracked,
    Dreams of daylight dawned,
    Hints of laughing light. Continue reading . . . “Kenneth Kauffman: Restless”

    Sheri Yutzy: Death at Summer’s End

    This morning, as the green fades to gold,
    I think Grandparents are put here
    To leave us behind. Continue reading . . . “Sheri Yutzy: Death at Summer’s End”

    Kyle Lehman: Must Summer End?

    Must Dogwood buds that sprang from April’s warmth,
    break loose and fall;
    The work of June: this twisted twig sloughed off
    at Autumn’s call? Continue reading . . . “Kyle Lehman: Must Summer End?”

    Gloria Kurtz: October Clouds

    Out of grasp of the golden stunned leafy light hills
    See the skies set adrift, and those heavy clouds spilled
    On the crisp lit panorama crowding piled, ripped
    By a filament panning its thin yellowed light, nipped Continue reading . . . “Gloria Kurtz: October Clouds”

    Kenneth Godoy: Oil City

    7:21 PM
    Oil City

    by Kenneth Godoy

    It’s that kind of town,
    that rains
    two hours until twilight. Continue reading . . . “Kenneth Godoy: Oil City”

    Matthew Cordella-Bontrager: Ground Cherries

    Ground cherries are growing on the hell-strip
    between the sidewalk and the street
    in the scrubby patch where weeds grow wild, fertilized
    by passing dogs and fed with tattered plastic wrappers, Continue reading . . . “Matthew Cordella-Bontrager: Ground Cherries”

    Krislyn Shank: Alchemy of Happiness

    In our dungeon cells of stone,
    Wizened, recluse, all alone;

    We are smelting with strange fire Continue reading . . . “Krislyn Shank: Alchemy of Happiness”

    Julie Atkinson: Dream Planters

    This is for the ones who walk
    with their eyes open,
    looking up.
    It is for the wanderers Continue reading . . . “Julie Atkinson: Dream Planters”

    Kenneth Godoy: The Road from Sinjar

    The Road from Sinjar, 9:15 AM

    by Kenneth Godoy

    My mind is broken like the granite mountains.
    And they are fractured and fissured,
    Shattered to a myriad shards of glass and stone. Continue reading . . . “Kenneth Godoy: The Road from Sinjar”

    Claudia Esh: Magdalene

    Magdalene

    by Claudia Esh

    Her hands, the hands that dabbled in the coals,
    caress the cool curve of serenity.
    The liquid gold within is clear as dawn,
    and smells of spikenard and prosperity. Continue reading . . . “Claudia Esh: Magdalene”

    Obi Martin: Unto Thee, O Lord

    Unto Thee, O Lord, Have I Made My Supplication

    Obi Martin

    Song like song that is song,
    bright as world’s-birth, but widening,
    Shattering, out of equilibrium of nothing,
    out of balance, out of essence, cries existence, Continue reading . . . “Obi Martin: Unto Thee, O Lord”

    Lynn Michael Martin: Mortality

    Ah Death, cold-throated king of impotence,
    Robber of powers, lord of the certain peace,
    Thou world where we are borne, and all worlds cease,
    And all songs end, all cantos and laments— Continue reading . . . “Lynn Michael Martin: Mortality”

    Kenneth Godoy: Warsaw

    Impressionistic Poem No. 3: Warsaw

    9:18 PM

    I could find no substance to my thoughts;
    I searched and found naught but sweat,
    and the scars here and about from old temptations. Continue reading . . . “Kenneth Godoy: Warsaw”

    Conrad Martin: One Blade of Grass

    One blade of grass.
    One stem,
    one leaf. Continue reading . . . “Conrad Martin: One Blade of Grass”

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