Beth A. Fleisher Hour 3   Prompt 3:  There are three stanzas. Each stanza is followed by a refrain (so the same statement is repeated three times).The first stanza is 6 lines long and presents a problem. The second stanza is eight lines long, and…

Dogs Joy Water Pavement Sunshine Warm wet muzzle meeting me in the mornings making me open my eyes to find a kind inquiring pair starring back at me. A wagging tale dances back and forth as his mission of waking me is completed It’s time…

Fight, Don’t give up now. You have traveled for so long, The destination is around. Fight, Don’t let go now, You have worked so hard, It’s time to charge on. Fight, For yourself, For every person, Who was forced to bow down, Who was never…

Warm Milo In my favourite white mug Just enough milk and Milo powder Place it on my pretty wooden coaster Softest pyjamas Cotton caressing my skin With pretty floral patterns Like walking in a blanket Friends On the other end of a Skype call Aisha,…

Injustice in America Form: The Bop Ann WJ White When a teen, I raised my fists against racism, violence; but for LBGTQ rights, women, elders, battered children, nature. I squeaked and squawked in righteous fury, pushed away, seated, a white bread girl against a tide…

So, here’s the problem. I’m in love, but I’m not. Love him, don’t. I knew before he came, wide-striped stalwart dragon breathing me. I dreamed him in my bed, in my shower, at the gas pump, eons ago, a new mom, old wife, frigid, estranged,…

Three days and four nights spent  Three years and four decades lent  To the unraveling of entwined narratives Mapping each face of righteous dissent  I write and note, and jot down, and measure, Having sorted through history, I close my ledger   But I wake…

City girl moves to the country needing a different light time to reflect and grow sitting on the deck watching nature bloom in this wild spring season Nature seems happier less noise less pollution a majestic owl hoots in the palm tree as a busy…

How can we heal all the hurt in the world? Undo the past and the harms that linger? How can we stop the blaming, shaming, and wagging of the finger? How do we right the wrongs that abound. To create change we’re so desperate to…

Summer sun and winter cold are nothing compared to the darkness. Warmth and light, cold and chill can be felt, but deep dark void is empty, nothing, a dangerous place where numbness is contentment, and complacency feels right. No growth happens without rays of sunshine….