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”
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”
tall steel ladies
dance across the prairies
lifting lines
charged Continue reading . . . “Michelle Martin: Power Lines”
Lynn Michael Martin: Reepicheep
Far on this widely foaming sea I sail
And cut across these endless dancing waves;
Adventures I have met, too great for tale,
Too long to fit a thousand measured staves. Continue reading . . . “Lynn Michael Martin: Reepicheep”
Smother me, Lord.
Let the hard harness of darkness,
drawn from far away,
be mine. Continue reading . . . “Kyle Lehman: Smother Me”
(This breathless stillness—
I must, I will break free!)
Now lucent to my eye
the purple light of glory Continue reading . . . “Grace Weaver: At Midnight”
A piece of star has fallen here,
I think. We rimmed it round with stones
and fed it trees. Oh, how it burns—
what passion in those frenzied golden wings Continue reading . . . “Claudia Esh: The Bonfire”
Kenneth Godoy: The Road to Sinjar
The road runs parallel to the stricken earth;
it’s a strip the stars forgot;
they fled with those that survived Sinjar. The hatred of the sun bakes this land where women were Continue reading . . . “Kenneth Godoy: The Road to Sinjar”
Conrad Martin: I Wandered Through a Land of Silent Hills
I wandered through a land of silent hills.
(The land is lost—nor where, nor name, nor why)
A grass-blown emptiness of wind-soft silences—
An endless prairie swept into an endless sky. Continue reading . . . “Conrad Martin: I Wandered Through a Land of Silent Hills”
Raise me free like summer breezes
wrenched from off the lawn.
Lift me like evaporation
break me like the dawn. Continue reading . . . “Obi Martin: Morning Poem”
In these forests,
the fern fields
flow onward in green waves.
You step carefully, Continue reading . . . “Julie Atkinson: Fern Poem”
Gloria Kurtz: A Child of Wonder
A child of wonder, here I stand, my Lord,
Inside a pink-rimmed dawning sky of light.
Assign my feet an unfamiliar way,
Not gratifying to my coddled sight. Continue reading . . . “Gloria Kurtz: A Child of Wonder”