Selected Poems
By Bruce Bagnell
Stupid Pencil
Pencil sits
in hand
continuing as pencil.
Kiko and Ikor
By Carl Kopman
Hi Kiko,
It’s September in the year 2016. I am 75 years old and you are not yet five and a half years old. You’ve just started kindergarten. I pick you up on Tuesdays and we go off to the YMCA for an hour of swimming in a shallow heated pool. You like to dive-bomb off the tiled edge splashing me with a spray of water and laughter twice your size. We also go to the gym where you arrange, climb upon, and jump large leather objects you move about to suit your purposes. They are bigger than you, but you heft them about and play wild for a time.
The Promise
By Carl Kopman
Birthed
He felt like
The Heartbeat of a feather
The Airness of a dream
The Emptiness of purity
The Eternal of eternity
In No Particular Order
By Carl Kopman
I remember in no particular order my mother dying twice, one lung filling with the fluid of another.
Time Is Too Much With Us
By Mick Minard
Urging A Tree To Stand
Never have I asked myself
to help a tree to stand
But this day asked of me
a solemn promise to this land
For everything there is a season,
or so it has been said
And the Earth as Timeʼs keeper,
turns the Fall leaves red
When summer slips away
and welcomes early night
The forest gifts its leaves
so its limbs become light
When this cycle’s interrupted,
trees are force to hold
The weight of early Winter
on each leaf green and gold
3 Poems
By Joe Lamb
Prayer to Februus
Morning Song
By Norton Tooby
Morning light of my light,
Breath of my breath,
Blood of my blood,
Bone of my bone,
Heart of my heart,
The Night Of The Storm
By Kingston - age 5
We were in the river
when we heard the storm come in.
We heard the thunder
in the distance,
that’s when we knew