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He let his promises fall from the edge
of the bridge,
bright young things as wild as unbroken horses.
As rare as a snowdrops that last the summer
or double-headed coins.
With his thoughts packed in salt in his head
he watched each promise pass under the arch
and emerge after the thaw as a future truth.
Winston Plowes © 2017
Football – the Religion (partial)
No, its more than that.
I believe in the One Goal – maker and creator
Of Happiness and the Joyful Long Walk Home.
I believe in the Holy Relic of Sunday morning
Playing with the Lads down the Big Tip and the Offy.
Beer for two and a six a pint.
I believe in
The name of the Manager, the ref and the Newly Signed
Whizz-Kid . For ever now and Always Will Be
I believe in being over the moon as sick as a parrot.
All in the same minute
I believe in the truth never being told.
I believe in
The Religion that is Football.
In The Cheap Seats
The slow ascent
of the soft pop-up
the lazy parabola
of the easy out
precedes the sharp
crack of the bat.
Charcoal smudges define
the horizon as Lake Erie fades
into the sky. November has passed,
left nothing but scattered mounds
of dirty snow and its signature
bite in the wind. The year's last birds
skitter over sand, prepare
for flight. The parking lot is empty.
Robert Beveridge 2017
His recent/upcoming appearances in Wildflower Muse, Noble/Gas Qtrly, and The Ibis Head Review, among others.
Cover: Muses Syroco wall hanging
I want my poems
soft and ragged
in simple print
for you to read
when I am gone.
Claude Clayton Smith © 2017
Slipping gently though time’s crevice
Like thousands of tiny pearls
Broken free from a neck string
Bouncing off in vain
Some never to be seen
Some never to be found.
I know we've arrived home
by the pine scent, and you
almost smile as we climb
from the car, say
“it smells so good
here.” I agree, notice
how thin your face looks now,
and how your jeans used to be
much fuller. We've had
a severe year, without pause
in the trenches, and I can feel
the strain in your teeth and shoulders:
those shoulders your parents
taught to hide from confrontation.
You need three days
to relax, after countless doses
of forest medicine, administered
one dropper at a time.
- Leah Mueller © 2017
Independent writer from Tacoma, WA, Leah was a featured poet at the 2015 New York Poetry Festival.
just outside the periphery of your ambiguity,
and left sensations of flesh,
bone and breathing unrealized,
and thus mere flickers of a candle flame.
Could've distanced myself
from this inextinguishable fire;
would've escaped the irreversible fall...
But the tightrope I was walking
had been teetering to begin with --
noun sloughing off its adjective.
Poems featured in CAST have previously appeared in personal blogs.
THE FULLNESS OF SUMMER
The joy of inner peace—
like fathoming ocean.
We are years of light
from the soul of the sun.
The joy of inner peace—
Through Heaven’s Evening,
Journeying On Years Of Future Ideas,
Night Narrows Every Road,
Pauses Every Aching Current’s Electricity.
to a bulletin board. From the Wordles, I found origami poems." Doug Norris
The liquid’s modest shade of brown
Intensifies any rich mahogany
Flesh that handles it.
The amber-colored tea streaming into
My mug gives glory to the deep copper-
Hued hand pouring it. Set against the
Subtle brown tinge of the tea,
The waiter’s hand and forearm look
Like sublime pottery,
His rich brown hue—earthen, pure—
Outdoing the light stream of chai he pours
Into my cup.
Ethar Hamid © 2016
had been a Texan
he might have picked
this live oak, older
than the Republic,
have sat right under
the missing limb,
others reaching out
What he might have
known as nirvana
through chigger bite
itching is a koan
ripe for meditation.
Chip Dameron © 2016
Ana Prudaru, ayaz daryl Nielsen, Bill Sullivan, Bob Carlton, Bradley McIlwain, Chip Dameron,
Christina Sng, Daniel Blokh, Donald C. Welch III, Ethar Hamid, Garrett Phelan, Helen Burke,
I would like to make sure that it is okay for us to use the PDF printables and hold a "pay it forward" in the library. So, our teens would fold the PDF's that we print off and pass them out to customers or leave them in the 800's poetry stacks for customers to take at will. Thank you for the fabulous site and inspiration!
Sincerely, Christy M., Information Services Specialist
Columbus Metropolitan Library, Whitehall, OH
Received ten copies, all in a first class letter, and I am beyond delighted - will share my copies, including one to a Colorado poet/good friend with end-stage cancer (knowing he’ll love it). Well done, Jan Keough and The Editors, well done, indeed. Check 'em out, your poems could help change the world one micro-chapbook at a time!
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