Poetry

"...instead, I served loneliness in bed..."

"It's easier to believe in god than to eat a healthy diet..."

"...Sunrays scan my mind in its pangs of woe..."

"...I prefer the kind of nightmare I can watch on a screen..."

"...Oh, I'd forgot-- because I do not care..."

"...why do I find it hard to converse with you?.."

"...a flower child who missed her time..."

"...autumn’s coffin brought a funeral feeling on its first day..."

"...soothe my aching soul and calm down my racing mind..."

"...His plan was to work on his poetry..."

"...An ideal proposition and a process to propose and present a voice..."

"The last flower of the season..."

"...the clouds will bloat and cry..."

"...beg to hear her, or impress the point..."

"...In the core of the mind..."

"...observing everything and hearing everything..."

"...feeling fooled by a diet of stinks..."

eff Burt lives in Santa Cruz County, California.

"...I may have, I think so but maybe not..."

Jonathan Butcher has had poetry appear in various publications, and is also the editor of the online poetry journal <i>Fixator Press. </i>

"...Whenever you hold a book, I will be there..."

Robert Bires writes in Chattanooga, Tennessee. He has published most recently in <i>Sky Island Journal, The Centrifictionist, Third Wednesday</i>, and <i>JAKE.</i>

"...would we finally begin to understand each other..."

"...scrubbing takes care of the sogginess..."

"No thoughts of racetracks or booze on your deathbed..."

"...don’t want you to know what I do after hours..."

"...I touch the darkness to feel the night..."

"...In tears and want, you start counting the years..."

"...Thanatos has already spread his black wings..."

"...Quaint, now, isn’t it?..."