December, 2021
Linda Amos
York, PA
Momentarily
As he pulled her to him-
And he opened his mouth
Her mouth sought out him-
In a hot and hungry way.
She leaned into the angle of his kiss
He might be leaving her home
Momentarily, but she damned well
Wanted him to remember her
And this moment-in-time!
She molded her body to his soft body-
And his eyes, opened slightly
As he quickly gained the knowledge
Of every hill and gully of her body.
She aimed to make this moment memorable.
So he’d remember her and that kiss!
November, 2021
Jon Bush
Belmont, MA
Precarious Calm
Rolling on
Dressed in rags
Life for them
Is a casual affair
Ripe for the plucking
Just moving along
Punk in the truest
Sense of the word
Once I was lost
In your endless trance
I quickly hit
Rock bottom
I reinvented my fragile mask
Still knowing this is but
Deception
Yet it has given me a life
Of depth and grace
It goes well unless
I look below
And see the spikes
Points fastened upwards
With steel chain
As I clinging to a mountain path above
Say my prayers and pop my pills
Walking on borrowed time
We all live behind plain facades
But deep inside are dragons
October, 2021
Arthur C. Ford, Sr.
Pittsburgh, PA
My Mountain
(For My Father, Fred P. Ford, Sr. 1909-1988)
Standing there!!
Pointed curves all over.
Muscle bounded.
Your stillness is omnipotent,
streams of sweat
roll down your surface.
Caves within you
are your eyes.
Your top is white from longevity
when melting, it’s your tears.
You shield me from the angry winds.
Seismic disturbances
make you growl!!
But you are gentle
as your foundation—my mother.
Yes, you are my protector
Yes, you are my mountain!
And I love you,
For you are my father.
September, 2021
Michael P. D'Arco
Los Angeles, CA
Warner Bros. Labor Dispute – 1945
Apparent chaos
Screams at my eyes
Toppled cars
Gushing fire hoses
The mob presses angrily
Dare not cross
The line of confrontation
The photograph speaks loudly
The screen shines silver
Through the dispute
August, 2021
Henry Heitman
Fort Meyers Beach, FL
City Shadows
A fixture in almost every neighborhood,
the homeless person haunting the street,
wearing an entire wardrobe,
head, covered by a dirty hooded sweatshirt,
wheeling all belongings in a shopping cart,
draped by bags of collected bottles,
and various junkyard treasures,
performing, a walk to nowhere.
A silent sad death march.
Aimless, accepting and dismal,
allowed little recognition and dignity,
amidst the cold, the dirt, and the dampness,
a player in a sad scenario,
a solitary soldier in an army of many,
searching for a path to glory,
finding only a trail of tears
July, 2021
Robert E. L. Nesbitt. Jr.
in Loving Memory
submitted by Ellen Nesbitt - Martinez, GA
Assuagement
The immediate post-stress relief
Is surely what mercy bequeaths,
The burial of appalling fear,
Interred too deeply for tears.
The comfort in emotional solitude
Is the soul's couch for vacant mood;
And then, eased into recovery,
Inner peace nurses what's savory.
The healing process begins,
And the Spirit orchestrates
what mends.
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Teeth of Holiness
Small apostolic acts of faith
Become the cogs on a gearwheel
Upon which all the creative movement
Towards the Kingdom is based.