New!! $5 donation drive - back-issues special!
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!
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
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.
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
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.