Old Memories | Sherry Mawenzi
Tears blur every line,
You keenly want it not to be true
Yet they’re flowing down right before your blue eyes
That made you cold in old memories
But, sure, you did have a smile.
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Shackles from a Giant | David Charlesworth
The walls of this small room
always closing in
getting ever so nearer
The roof gasping
searching for the last breath
There must be someone on the outside
of these brick walls
A giant
pushing, always pushing
these lonely walls toward me
squeezing the last of what life is left
suffocating the search for the last breath
the room a piece of paper torn with scribbled ink
Crushed and crumpled
by the hands of a giant
At the mercy of omnipotent palms
some call it God
I call it the Self
The shackles feel tight
how did I even manage to
get them on?
This Forest | Zohar Teshartok
This forest
Will remain anonymous
Until a couple declares within it their love,
Until a child runs on its paths,
Until a rare breed is discovered within it,
Until they start cutting down
The source of its pride.
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Zohar Teshartok lives in Ramat-Gan, Israel. He is a graduate (BA) from Bar-Ilan University in Israeli literature, Jewish art and Information Science. His stories and poems have appeared in magazines, anthologies and in electronic format in Israel and abroad.
Same Litany | Tandem
Monday kicks
Tuesday
budges Wednesday
climbs up
Thursday
kisses Friday
absorbs Saturday
ropes in
Sunday
leads again to
another
Monday.
Pretending to Be Profound | JD DeHart
By the light that streams
in, you can see through
the discourse, held up to
the light like a small animal
within that envelope of syntax
and highbrow terminology, the
digestive system of the creature
can be deduced
a flurry of sound and thunder
with no lightning heat or music.
Manifest | JD DeHart
Made real
this person I crave to be
no longer swept away
by injurious words
the small frame of views
from others
no longer defined by
criticism, that easy art
practiced in the absence
of real action, of creation
made real.
Fatherly Advice | Stan Morrison
I copied everyone I thought was cool
Until I allowed me to be myself
I wasn’t as cool as my illusions
Not as brave as I credited others
Find out what’s true for yourself
You’re bound to save a lot of time
Say good-bye to NOT AS GOOD AS
Any measure must be your own
If there is a final reckoning
Copycats never look the same
Better to cash in on an original
YOU ARE YOU always prevails