Category: Summer 2012 Poetry
Your Nearness to Me
by Roxie Powell Your nearness to me is no longer Dependent upon distance I sense you being here Open to my questions Ready to guide me toward My
After Age Seventy – Five
by Roxie Powell Like all the rest of life Seventy five came and went And I went to bed Curiously free of cares and Complexity Next morning, lying
Dorothy
by Andrew Hoyem Looking down over, it must be, Kansas, I see snow, patterns of agriculture, showing through, rectangles with diagonals and
Stadium
by Andrew Hoyem The super stadium sustains all games. Planted, planked, padded, paved, painted, Territories to be won and winnings counted. The
Orders 1
by Andrew Hoyem Start your engine. Get set, go. Push on the accelerator. Step on the brakes. Slow to a stop. Get out of the contraption. Crawl to
As Seen from Provincial Perspectives
by Andrew Hoyem On a summer morn in southern France, Toward the end of June when flowers fade From two months’ brilliance in rising heat, A guest
A Blue Sunset Sits on an Orange Horizon
by Daniel Abdal-Hayy Moore They trail their hands in the water Their feet hit the cold hard ground Their faces light up dark corners Their eyes
An Orange Sunset Sits on a Blue Horizon
by Daniel Abdal-Hayy Moore Laughing Buddha sits down with Weeping Sufi and they sing a song together that sets fire to the furniture and makes
Remembrance and Ongoing Love for Auerhahn Press
by Daniel Abdal-Hayy Moore Back in the 60s we were all Buddhists. Well, so it seems. Due to Ginsberg and Kerouac’s pervasive influence, Buddhist