‘Awakened Eyes’ by Clayton L. Sanders
Nothing to see here, they say each breath, People starving, as they feed us to death, Puppets on strings, all ...
Nothing to see here, they say each breath, People starving, as they feed us to death, Puppets on strings, all ...
The Old Brown Carpet Hurray! I don't have to vacuum The old, brown carpet, anymore! At last, I managed to ...
Like roaches fighting over baited trap we climbed and clambered, even pushed and shoved while scrambling for some nourishment like ...
Exchange They go to take the heart of you, mark your skin & cut you through. With silk knives, their ...
My love, accursed, will never let me go. I mourn your loss and all those wasted years. The wars that ...
Come, tell me your story, master of prose. Use elements of the proper language To sway me to your side, ...
Spirit of green engendered in liberty Sweeping across the glanded glades Tangled tree spirits in tarnished brief Dancing shades of ...
Soft warm eyes searching, yearning full plump lips pouting and burning she looks upward in hope and desire burning inside ...
A red-tailed hawk on a bridge railing looks fixed, loosed from its master. Reading one haiku, two bowls of strawberries ...
As a gentle, outer light shines downward, a different, invisible light — that of spiritual illumination — shines into the ...
How beautifully does Pisanello seize upon the Vision of Eustachius in paint, where all conjoins together in a whole to ...
No one could recall When, in days of yore, The calm York River Had so breached its shore, Or where ...
Department stores are nice But prices there are high If you've got lots of cash They've lots of things to ...
Final Drip Sun’s broke through, it’s blinding. The crickets fade away, adjourn. The glowing, steaming mist falters; Creeps down to ...
Duffy Sheridan has been painting since he was a child. His father, also an artist, encouraged him to learn ...
No Sweeter Spell Those things that I have told you, little things That no one else knows, things I’ve dared ...
A tremendously transcendent meditative piece, with scenic motion skillfully presented by the poet as though he were conducting an orchestra.…
Couldn’t help smiling—with glee, now that those innocent juveniles stand to be tried as terrorists.
This follow-up is meant to release the fuller version that vanished when posted.
Finely structured, Martin. Your works, whether they feature description or narration, usually have a coda with recognition of the divine…
A terrific satire, a heart-warming gift on Rosh HaShana! Macron, today’s Petain, and the rest of the sorry gang of…
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