Poetry

"When vice, sleaze and greed sneeze..."

"...slogs and limps of this withered day..."

"...My heart became a body of thoughts..."

"... sexy and sensitive and everywhere..."

Memories in haiku

"...found here in the wakening light..."

Collaborative Tan-renga

"...Bruce Wayne’s still got all of the money..."

"...We hurt others with burns that bruised us..."

"...a vivid picture in the mind of the reader..."

"...like some kind of post-post-modern abstract sculpture..."

"...a verse that splatters with golden ochre..."

...our sanctuary with high school barely behind us...

"... trilling song of wonder filling the air..."

"...the sound of water echoes..."

"...Just funny how you said it..."

"If I'm sometimes insolent..."

"...the guardian of many blissful melancholies..."

"...Solar energy is life..."

"...unlettered in those with feathers..."

Christopher Fried lives in Richmond, VA and works as an ocean shipping logistics analyst.

"...He loves to ring the bright wind chimes..."

Memories in haiku

"...The flirt without a boundary..."

"...From the cliff of dreams I leap this night..."

"...How quaint I thought..."

"...To make and drink coffee? Sit in the sun?..."

"It can’t fit in a single skull..."

Expat New Yorker James Penha (he/him) has lived for the past three decades in Indonesia.