Bide – by Steven Ray Smith
Bide The meaning of life is death. The meaning of Christianity is life after death. The profusion of words is to bide time. Steven Ray Smith
3 senryu – by Helen Buckingham
the tension around my tension tension full moon beyond good and evil MLK Day the killing continues
The Pebble – by Rebecca Harrison
Sarah found the pebble on the beach. It was the colour of shaken clouds. She put it in her pocket, took it home, settled it on her bedside table, and went to sleep. In the morning, the pebble had grown – it filled her hands. It was as cool as wind shadows. She held it […]
Untitled Tanka – by Robert Witmer
Each spring I wait The blossoms come And go one after another Like the years You are away
Worth Your Attention? – by Mark Danowsky
Music trumps information according to the author of Bug Music We will re-listen, he says when we will not re-read Music came first, after all and does not even require an instrument But so much music is noise just as words can be clutter and certain plants are weeds