The white bleached corpse of day is fast
- reddened, bloodied -
torn to scarlet shreds of evening
slashed by wild and fiery crimsons.

Light leaching and passing westward
from bridge to bridge
garlands of mist drift up the river

Shadows dart, shelter and linger
blackness creeps and claws
the shades of night

Darkness spills down docks and ditches
fingers through the strands of light
by midnight every dock is still

Moon hangs full, naked and weary
slow stiching silver threads
through tall ships rigging
in the dim and dreary night

A yapping dog disturbs the quiet
more insistent than the stars.


© M.L.Emmett

Eight-Forty Five,
sitting in a lawn chair
in the drizzle.
A lot of talk about
cancellation.

Hundreds
of crossed fingers,
the air is thick with mist
and muffled language.

Off goes the first bang,
behind us a kid
shouting out
play by play...

Two barrels,
rapid fire,
on and on.

I watch the spikes,
and hear the
thunder claps.

I imagine
I would see
just what I am
seeing
had I put
my finger in
a light socket.

The thin
spindles of light
reminding me of
road ****,
porcupine
for certain.

The night
draws to a close,
people pushing
and shoving
their way back
to their cars.

Labour day,
2014,
not that
we need an excuse
to have some fun.

Any night
of any day
will do just fine,
the ohs and awes
all over...
'till the next time.

Don't ask me where or why this is so

It's just been that way since the day I was born

Somewhere back when the sour mash flowed

But we won't let it lie till we get what we're owed

Cause something ain't right and that's all I know


What we are owed comes with a poisonous bite

For those lawless law men hiding behind badges of lies

The way that they deal from the devils right side

It's tooth for a tooth with an eye for an eye

There's no other way to bring it to light


They've done nothing but wrong since they come along

With the busting of Stills in the morals they've strung

But in the Tennessee hills it's the way that we live

Where we give what they take and we take what they give

We've had more than enough of all of their...


Not sure why or when they considered it sin

What's been passed all these years down from kin to kin

They don't seem to like us and we like them even less

So I'll tell you now boys stay on your side of the fence

That's where we're at today and have been ever since


Trouble they'll get if that's what they've come looking for

We've had more than enough and won't take anymore

The one who will win has the strongest of wills

Out in the back wood with our Tennessee Still

Yes out in the back wood with our Tennessee Still

Is it pain we feel when we gaze upon a summer’s moon ?,
I hear her gentle whispers,
Feel her touch in the soothing summer breeze,
She surrounds me, consuming me,
Her tears lap up to my toes, on an empty beach,
Longing to embrace her soul within my own,
hands on a clock that remain still, never to move,
just as the moonlight fades with the rising sun, she disappears.

© H V Swan

Today I welcome the day
with the things I did not have yesterday
a brand new day ushers new hope
to believe in myself to bring a change

I know how it feels to be disowned,
and feel like you are a disappoint to the family you belong in,
It really hurts when you felt that way,
But I am here for you

Always remember that,
I can be your friend,
we could be the best of friends
just learn how to trust

Everything will be okay
don't be afraid to reach out,
I will never judge you
Just be yourself.

And you are my love...
The one that I want,
The ONLY ONE I think about
When the world goes crazy.
You
Slow
It
Down.
I see you........in the distance.
Waiting;
Smiling;
Forever.