“What’s To Come” by Roz Levine

A few miles from the Pacific
Signs of vestigial vibrations of fear and flight
Permeate my brain now on snap and crackle
A brain primed to pop, pop, pop to dam burst
By DNA and media masters at CNN
Because the world’s on big rupture spin
With no place a refuge for safe keeping.
On this turf, once so safe and cozy
I phone pharmacies, family, friends
Ring up health food stores
On the plead and quest
For potassium iodide
With a passion to make a deal
Protect the lives of my family
With radiation rampage on wild
With waters on crazy turmoil
And the breach
And the winds
And the currents
And the yowls from Japan
Rise across Pacific clouds
Head towards our home shores
Where we no longer dance
Or big smile good morning
Or relax with French roast coffee
Seated round kitchen counters.
We talk, worry, spin nightmares
Over radiation effects in Japan
And what could happen here
Right here, ladies and gentlemen
Right here in our city of angels.
Here we prepare for the not known
Store candles, batteries, gallons of water
Buy boxes of cereal, crackers, milk
Cans of tuna, soup and peanut butter
A case of dog food and kibble
Order a month’s supply of heart pills
Diabetes drugs and thyroid medication
Remind every family member
To fill gas tanks to overflow.
Each day we watch for signs
Each night we watch for signs
We study the air
Search the skies
Watch for signs
Of right or wrong
Examine the earth
We watch for signs
Wait for what’s to come.

Roz Levine

Foto “inner turmoil”

by L. K. Thayer

© 2011

“A Slice Of Orange, A Time For Juice” by Stephen Kalinich

Stevie Kalinich - Photo by Jill Jarrett

“Wisdom comes in small doses
nothing is forgotten
each memory is forever
each dance
a testament
that we still are life
with all its challenges and pitfalls..
Only the striving must cease
and we must become quiet
for the true self to emerge
through the chaos and perplexity.

Under the rock
there is a diamond
we have to polish it
and the diamond is us
each unique
when we find our own voice
it reveals itself to us
forward happens
we can not stop it…
dominion is our birthright..
all is only as real
as we make it
the thoughts we give power to
can shape and sculpt our lives.
Blaming is a street not to travel.
Let those
who have wronged us go
and let our resentment go too.

Songs of the self pour out of us
when our hearts sing
all is in the way
the notes are brought to life
and sound.
Now it is time for breakfast.
For a slice of Orange
A Time for juice…

Stephen Kalinich

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© 2010

“Time” by Neil Marsden

Close to death, my breath it stinks. Skin does not exist. Now time has stoppped

i linger and crawl. Pain is my food, hurt is my love.

Pushing on for the sake of sanity, only judging progress with vanity,

i wander aimlessly.

Soaked in chaos the mind makes it own choices, who am i to resist?

One take, no rewind, no re-record, no regrets?

Neil Marsden

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© 2010