Autumn Nothing Poems

a handsome autumn brownie strutted confidently out of the oaks.
We human begins stopped talking, ceased all stories and jokes.
a dwarf like faerie gave him a...

Read More

Who can resist the strangulating grip of time?
That which exists today may not be there tomorrow
Like shooting stars which vanish in the flicker of an...

Read More

Nature has a way of lending then transcending 
every season in due course has her own remorse 
When summer flowers faint, without constraint  
the...

Read More

Another year has gone by
So much has changed
Yet it is as if nothing has
Around the clock
It’s been heartbreak hours
Around the clock
Somehow this one hit the...

Read More

On Wednesdays I get angry,
and on Thursdays I make pots,
and then I am no longer angry.

When I’m angry I blast Buddy Holly—
but I keep the...

Read More

Lost
for the children of the Holocaust and the Nakba
by Michael R. Burch

Something inescapable is lost—
lost like a pale vapor curling up into shafts of moonlight,
vanishing...

Read More

Still, Nothing but Heartaches

     Still, Nothing but Heartaches, Still, Nothing but Heartaches, Will these

     heartaches ever leave...

Read More

So full of empty between the ears;
void breeze reasoning,
zero thoughts a-blowing

Banished to the barren cornfields,
multi-grain years of accumulated wisdom
bear no pleasant, golden-age yield

Black sky intellectual...

Read More

Nothing ever last forever, best
 of life's treasures, have a way in
 disappearing some way or another
 maybe just a blink of the eye, or...

Read More

Nothing...at all  

I recall seeing golden fields
basking beneath sunset wishes
and dragonfly dances
on a canvas of nature’s own hand
painted in fantasy brush strokes,

tree lines waving...

Read More

The Leaves fell, 
The Ghost rose up, 
As if to slip into the Forest, 
They were stuck in utter Darkness.

No one had come for Them,...

Read More

snow is white
my heart is light
i accept a true
my dreams will not come true
i break in my heart
sometimes i get in fear
but destiny is something...

Read More

Having read that beautiful in stirring quote amid
A Parade newspaper's section dated as Christmas Eve
Nineteen ninety-five: An early bird's morning gift....
Double time she always seems...

Read More

I feel like I am fading away to nothing,
blending into an ordinary crowd,
where no one even notices me anymore.
Like an April snowflake, freely falling, landing...

Read More

about nothing
to think
to think
to think about it
I've no need to think...

Read More