Veronica Romm | July 28, 2008
My Peace
The elusive quest quiet at times, riotous
others, seems ceaseless.
I search for it, I think about it trying to
understand its true meaning.
I shudder when I think I might not get there,
reach it, know it or like it.
It is a word used often, usually in the same breath
as, war, politics and death.
I write and it gets [...]
E.M. Schorb | July 21, 2008
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Containing the Night Thoughts of a Sexagenarian
It is this heavenly tale, that the child in one could wish for, that
keeps me awake tonight, on the eve of my sixtieth year,
fearing death and wishing for grace, not knowing what
either is, or even if either is, though the unbreathing
stillness of bodies has me fairly convinced [...]
E. Shaun Russell | July 13, 2008
A Tuesday night it is, and all is still;
The parson, newly hired, reviews the work
Much needed in the church where rodents lurk
And drop their filth with sacrilegious skill;
Disheartened by neglect, he steels his will
Against his knee-jerk instincts with a smirk–
Despite his qualms, he knows he cannot shirk
The charge for which he’s destined to fulfill.
With contemplative [...]
Cliff Saunders | July 11, 2008
True, she is no goddess
with doves circling her tresses,
but I kneel before her anyway,
kissing her sweet nipples
like beads on a rosary.
I probe her with my tongue,
eyes closed, as if feeling for
the edge of a communion wafer,
and I am cleansed, redeemed.
She is my confessional booth,
my room of truth and redemption.
She is the silence between two
Hail Mary’s, [...]
Steven M. Sloan | July 7, 2008
Rejoice with me in little things
Which lend a richness by their sight,
And celebrate the transient
In pleasures sweet, howe’er so slight,
For there is time still left to you
Before the fell eternal night,
So use your senses actively
While sentience lends them its light,
Since beauty in its natal seat
Must pass unvalued in its flight
Where golden stems of summer wheat
Have [...]
