If there’s anything you need today, I wager to bet it’s little poems of little things! Come read the adorable and charming haikus by P.J. Reed!
fuzzy empty clouds dandelion skeletons of half-blown wishes
fading summer rose petals soft as rabbit ears float onto the grass
the day is cooling evening wind coos and twitters through our open door
Writer of Warlocks. Destroyer of Worlds. She is an award winning multi-genre author with books ranging from high fantasy, horror, to haiku. She writes the Richard Radcliffe Paranormal Investigationsseries and the Bad Decisionsseries. Reed is also the editor and chief paranormal investigator for the Exmoor Noirnewsletter. Reed lives in Devon, England with her two daughters, two rescue dogs, and one feral cat called Sammy.
Linda M. Crate takes us through an array of little things to soak in as we cap off the work week! Her words may even inspire you to seek some waterfront nature to enjoy!
at the bay the bay brings me joy perhaps not as much as the ocean, but a joy of it’s own with the observation tower and colorful murals on the pavement; taking boat rides on both scallywags and the victorian princess or even just observing the beauty of the sky flecked against the water; and even watching the loud and noisy gulls little specks of white against a blue sky and bay bringing a little contrast of color blooming like my favorite flowers against the sky. -linda m. crate
rare summer breeze little flowers of so many colors blooming
it’s a soft joy that embraces me
each petal telling a story of a seed growing up out of the darkness to kiss the sky,
and every flower makes me happy;
but especially my favorites: lilies, sunflowers, and hibiscus dancing tenderly in the rare summer breeze. -linda m. crate
flying between the waves of the sea when i am standing on the ocean my feet buried in the sand, watching the waves twist and turn and sing with rimes of the ancient mariner; i feel peace as the water carries out every burden that wasn’t mine to carry instead replacing it with shells or crabs scuttling across the sand— and to me there’s nothing prettier than when the ocean meets the sky, kissing as if they’re lovers; as if a mermaid and a faerie could be lovers flying between the waves of the sea sharing only love and a song two pretty lyrics not easily forgotten. -linda m. crate
enjoy the day there is joy in the little things: flowers blooming, autumn trees, oceans lilting, crows dancing in the sky, puffy white clouds drifting slowly by, creek songs, meeting up with friends, rainbows after the rain, pockets of buildings covered in ivy, music, spending time alone, books and friendships forged on the love of such books, anime and reading, writing and dreaming, finding one’s voice and passion; sunny days and moonlit nights— not to mention rainy day lulls, summer breezes, the beauty of winters tears glittering in starlight and sunlight both; there is joy in everything you just have to dust away the worries and embrace moments as they come— no one knows what tomorrow may bring so enjoy today. -linda m. crate
even in the darkness i miss sewing the concentration required was worth it in the end
pieces of fabric became the first outfit my sister wore in the hospital,
a baby quilt and a little fabric bear;
they said i would press the pedal of the machine the way my mother hit the gas pedal—
yet in the end i still managed to create beautiful things,
and i find there is beauty in creating things still: necklaces, poems, books; and anything else i feel inspired to make—
life can be bitter sweet so to me i try to focus on the sweet because even in the darkness light can be found. -linda m. crate
Linda M. Crate’s works have been published in numerous magazines and anthologies both online and in print. She is the author of six poetry chapbooks, the latest of which is: More Than Bone Music (Clare Songbirds Publishing House, March 2019). She’s also the author of the novel Phoenix Tears (Czykmate Books, June 2018). Recently she has published two full-length poetry collections Vampire Daughter (Dark Gatekeeper Gaming, February 2020) and The Sweetest Blood (Cyberwit, February 2020).
A staple in childhood pastime for many, Adrian Slonaker reminds us of the magnificence of the Dairy Queen Blizzard! A little thing with powerful delight!
The Blessing of a Blizzard
Not to be outclichéd by “The third time’s a charm,” Israelis exclaim, “Pa’am slishit glida” with ice cream gliding into the platitude as a substitute, and frigid liquid deliciousness smacks of luck on the lips of the kid who cranks out blueberry bliss with his Judy Garland-loving Nana among the ashtrays of her pink kitchen or the tween chasing the vanishing vapours of vacation while slurping a hot fudge sundae outside a soft-serve stand incandescent in the cricket rhythms and air-conditioner hums of the night before Grade Six or the mascara-eyed linguistics major presented with a pint of Ben & Jerry’s by an equally sweet blind date knowing only that the recipient relishes chocolate chip cookie dough or the maladjusted middle-ager who dives into a Dairy Queen daydream instead of delving into a miasma of media.
Language nerd Adrian Slonaker lives in downtown Moncton, New Brunswick, Canada and is fond of rock ‘n’ roll music, thunderstorms, owls, thick eyebrows and expressive eyes.Adrian’s work has been published in WINK: Writers in the Know, Ez.P.Zine, Gnashing Teeth, The Pangolin Review and others.
Joan McNerney has the perfect poetry for your evening read! Her words will carry you into happy thoughts and also a desire for dessert!
Slides under door jambs pouring through windows painting my room black.
This evening was spent watching old movies. Song and dance actors looping through gay, improbable plots.
All my plates are put away, cups hanging on hooks. The towel is still moist.
I blow out cinnamon candles wafting the air with spice. Listening now to my two fans whirling the still air.
Fog horns sound though air soaked in blackness. All evening long listening to hiss of trucks, cars.
Shadows brush across walls as trees trace their branches. Gathering and waving together then swaying apart.
While I sleep, stars glide through heaven making their appointed rounds in ancient sacred procession.
Dreams as smooth as rose petals spill into my mind growing wild patches in this dark garden of night.
Very Sweet Dreams
After bathing in bubble gum, Mary Jane unties ribbon candy from bags of chocolate kisses.
Sky colored by yellow, pink & blue cotton candy clouds.
Marshmallow chicks hide behind spearmint leaves.
Jelly beans sprout along fields of candy corn.
Caramel apples, lemon drops, orange slices stacked for sale at Lolly Pop’s juicy fruit shop.
Watch out as sour gummy worms wiggle underfoot.
Climbing big rock candy mountain wandering with sugar high stars.
Thirsty now, Mary Jane sips root beer barrels at Snickers Bar.
Black licorice fills this night with confectionary dreams & one big banana moon pie.
Joan McNerney’s poetry is found in many literary magazines such as Seven Circle Press, Dinner with the Muse, Poet Warriors, Blueline, and Halcyon Days. Four Bright Hills Press Anthologies, several Poppy Road Review Journals, and numerous Spectrum Publications have accepted her work. She has four Best of the Net nominations. Her latest title is The Muse in Miniature available on Amazon.com and Cyberwit.net
Marina Mallhotra & Carl Scharwath remind us that the little thing of coming together with artistic talents can make a big impact! They created this awesome poem and photograph combination that builds on itself to feel the full story. Take a look!
Inside a thick blanket An artificial haven I think, reflects My situation Am I really alive? Is this a meaningful existence? Where is my soul? Where is my body? I look for it here and there I wish to convince myself That I am one With myself in ideas and, directions The sun melts blankets of snow The wind takes cover Positioning itself Leaves, trees and flowers That dare themselves “It’s my time now” they utter Then I ask myself Is it my time too? And if it is, if it really is? My time…. now Will I be able to keep pace With the swift streams of life That reject cultures, and civilizations Then once again I am left behind by them In spring…….
So many little things Anthony Mondal has given us to chew on this lovely Tuesday! His visual poem creates an extensive experience of the message of his words. He also provided us with written poems, the last one being of special interest as he wrote it in 2018, and yet it holds such relevance today. Take a look and enjoy his work!
Closed Windows People who keep their windows closed
No Sunlight ever doth enter, that household
Born and Bred in artificial light
In dark gloomy morbid thoughts-their Souls seek flight.
by Anthony Mondal
Devaluation? In the marketplaces of this world
Where Life as a cheap commodity sold
Buyers and sellers aye they are plenty
But few are those who appreciates life’s worth fully.
by Anthony Mondal
Through the big Glass Window
Through the big glass window
I see the American flag fluttering in wind
Moving this way and then another
I have heard rumors that the flag stands for Liberty Justice and Freedom
So here in this land of liberty….with nothing left to do
I am reclining on a couch in a depressed mood.
The house foreclosure tax bill has just arrived
My other half staring blankly at a wall
The dog staying far away …hidden underneath the table
Ahh….. domestic bliss in the sanctuary
In the land of the free and home of the brave.
Note from the Poet/author: This poem was inspired by a true event. Which happened very recently in my life.
By Anthony Mondal
Anthony Mondal is a poet, novelist and actor. He considers himself simply as an artist beyond the confines of nationality and religion. He proudly calls himself a citizen of the world. His most recent book of poems was titled A Burst of Sunshine, which is his second published book. He lived in New York City for almost ten years pursuing writing, acting and song writing – well, then he had a breakdown! And now our artist recuperates/resides in Michigan, USA. As an actor he has appeared in the film “Sabrina” and the TV show “Strangers with Candy” (2000). He received his BA from Calvin College in geology in 1995. He worked in the World Trade Centre, Building One in 2001 and has survived.
Currently he is working on an existential novel tentatively titled “In Search Of…” and is looking for a publisher/agent for his completed Memoirs.
Martina Rimbaldo is a 29 year old women lives and works in Croatia. She always wears a pen and a notebook in her purse in the case of a sudden inspiration in order to write it down. Loves to paint abstract paintings, read religious books ,watch horror as well as old movies with Audrey Hepburn ,Sharon Tate, Brigitte Bardot who happens to share her birth date and (over)thinks specially about death, what some people find morbid but not her, it is a part of life too. Tina also takes care of household and 5 cats. Her goal is to be a good person .
A woman’s strength starts with her ability to have a self aware internal dialog. Ndaba Sibanda captures this well in his poetry he brings to us today!
What Used To Brew In Her Mind
Twirled, twisted with her all Tittered past a care, a wall Rita rioted without regrets Sweet sunrises, sour sunsets She thrived in the twinkling Her close past was rankling Its reality, heavy & haunting Its mental dances daunting Today no tempest brewed No hell, hurricane hovered She had to be solid, positive Detoxing was up & instructive Bright was her train of thought Beauty of a tomorrow she sought It was hers, not about anyone else She kicked the asses of nightmares Future nightmares not her business She danced a dance of freed silliness On her mind bravery bellowed its arrival A previous poor park for this, that upheaval
A Poor Person`s Precarious Paces And Spaces
Her efforts to hold back, to hold herself back Against hurtling and hurting herself helplessly With a hungry, tiny child strapped to her back Are a betrayal, as she bursts into tears and fury Her hiding husband betrayed her, battered her She is on the brink of soundness, she is shaky Hoping to ward off hunger and helplessness Famine weighs on her fragile body, her mind As she takes precarious steps that are oblivious To the world of lockdowns and social distancing She is dead, deaf, defenseless against a new reality Ushered in by an eerie, unseen virus, she wobbles on
A Village High-flier Or Failure?
were her goals unfeasible? folks fast wrote her off
querying her intelligence questioning her aptitude
querying her station in life questioning her gender too
querying her day-dreaming mentioning her rustic roots
her goals were long-term– what a mere waste of time!
who the heck did she think she was to board that train?
for her it was a proud process powered by Practice & Practice
one player was Perseverance the goal minder was Resilience
or was it? –or perhaps never mind for process was powered by passion
it was not about great grades today heavy defeats and pains played with her!
at times the train was too hot, too cold sometimes too slow, if not still, silly, strident
her tired train bawled: grit, grit, grit and grit as she journeyed her bumpy and mucky journey
college authorities slapped her with a mountain of rules ,roles, responsibilities and examinations
she didn’t fluke them, and there was no coincidence she didn’t achieve her grades by luck rather than skill
fees felt like forks fooling and slitting her pockets apart when she fell pregnant, critics chorused: end of the road!
she wadded in muddy waters, her intellect drowned, drained there was no stroke of good fortune, but ridicule & refutation
when she held her paper, her key, Purpose gleamed a smile and congratulated Practice , Process , Perseverance with pride
A 2019 Pushcart Prize nominee, Ndaba’s poems have been widely anthologised. Sibanda is the author of The Gushungo Way, Sleeping Rivers, Love O’clock, The Dead Must Be Sobbing, Football of Fools, Cutting-edge Cache: Unsympathetic Untruth, Of the Saliva and the Tongue, When Inspiration Sings In Silence and Poetry Pharmacy. His work is featured in The Anthology House, in The New Shoots Anthology, and in The Van Gogh Anthology, and A Worldwide Anthology of One Hundred Poetic Intersections. Some of Ndaba’s works are found or forthcoming in Page & Spine, Peeking Cat, Piker Press, SCARLET LEAF REVIEW, Universidad Complutense de Madrid, the Pangolin Review, Kalahari Review, Botsotso, The Ofi Press Magazine, Hawaii Pacific Review, Deltona Howl, The song is, Indian Review, Eunoia Review, JONAH magazine, Saraba Magazine, Poetry Potion, Saraba Magazine, The Borfski Press, Snippets, East Coast Literary Review, Random Poem Tree, festival-of-language and Whispering Prairie Press. Sibanda’s forthcoming book Notes, Themes, Things And Other Things: Confronting Controversies,Contradictions And Indoctrinations was considered for The 2019 Restless Book Prize for New Immigrant Writing in Nonfiction. Ndaba’s other forthcoming book Cabinet Meetings: Of Big And Small Preys was considered for The Graywolf Press Africa Prize 2018. Sibanda’s other forthcoming books include Timbomb, Dear Dawn And Daylight, Sometimes Seasons Come With Unseasonal Harvests, A Different Ballgame and The Way Forward.