“IF THE HIPPIES WOULD HAVE WON” Most every war is documented But history has flaws, We may believe we know the truth But can we trust it all? We all have learned of Vietnam While studying the… Read More ›
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Spotlight Writer: Scott Klingensmith
Black Blood I’m almost impaled onto the spikes I could feel the blood that would’ve been splattered My heart jumped in my stomach The weak chains wrapped around my mind Sudden rage awakening from beneath My… Read More ›
Spotlight Poet: Buffy Lee
The Burn 70,000 burners gathered, The night air warm and dry. All the art cars circled behind us, Bass rhythm rising toward the sky. Rangers spread across the Playa, Fire Dancers begin the show, Dancing uniform… Read More ›
Spotlight Poet: Tracy Seiden
Untitled She a warrior princess, he her faithful guardian. Battles waged, her kingdom saved, he flew right by her side. Wings out stretched, he soared through the heavens to come to her aide each time. Two… Read More ›
Spotlight Poet: Lyne Beringer
That Cold November Day Down the hill Next to the river I stopped so I could pray Stepped into the freezing water So I could wash my sins away But there was not a single witness… Read More ›
Spotlight Poet: Buffy Lee
She Has A Name Caution, crazy cutter ahead, Lines tattooing her thighs. Crisscrossing once porcelain Wrists, drawing pity sighs. Selfish suicidal student there, Covering up, all in black. Struggling to remain alive, Dreaming of deaths’ sack. Murky… Read More ›
Spotlight Poet: Susan Kahil
SHADOWS OF THE TONGUE When you read this poem look between the lines and words Those blank spaces hide the real message to be heard Vibrational signals an intangible sequenced tone We pick up the denser heavier frequency… Read More ›
Spotlight Poet: D.B. Hall
Night Janitor One life ends as another one begins and I have tears for both. Disbelief runs rampant across the hall from joy as a newborn’s cries are swallowed by heartbreaking pleas during desperation’s final hour…. Read More ›
Spotlight Poet: Susan E. Birch
SCARECROW A work jacket, discarded and worn, A once white shirt, now tattered and torn. Grandpa’s old trousers, clawed by the cat And to top it all a battered old hat. My head and body stuffed full of… Read More ›
Spotlight Writer: Chad Lewis
The deed was done and no blame was left to sprinkle on an otherwise obvious party. Bottles littered the floor and the effects of the wine were beginning to wear off. A smile appeared then vanished as an… Read More ›
