Evening of December 24, 2022

Nervous Days

Nervous days

lead to a breakdown,

such are the results,

a day or days I do not

long for. This is a

path filled with dread.

I count to ten forward

and backward. I say to her,

my muse, why do roses die?

~Luis Cuauhtémoc Berriozabal

in tropical realms

where scorpions love sneakers

shake well before use

~James Penha

Walking Along in Silence

Walking alone in silence.

It was the perfect day.

My foot arches felt no pain.

The sun shone brightly in the sky.

Birds provided the music.

I had no need to use my voice.

~Luis Cuauhtémoc Berriozabal

In the scent of ordure birthing,

refugees in pregnant pause,

am I ready for the holy,

recognised, unlikely shift,

or is faith, unstable, moving,

powerless baby, needing love?

Hosts, it seems, are all around us,

but we wait for glory’s shine;

realise the kingdom waiting

for those sitting in the dark.

~Stephen Kingsnorth

fashion parade

all my childhood


~Mona Bedi

for years

playing hide and seek

me with myself

~Ram Chandran

the Lord exists

as disembodied

whatever to my


~Wayne Burke







 a  lavender

scented pool

~Linda Ludwig

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