Editor Nicole Monaghan, thank you so much for publishing 

my work in Nailpolish Stories.

https://nailpolishstories.wordpress.com

Blackest Fears

I’m hearing echoing footfalls, 

Experiencing fear laced fantasy.

I stop, turn, and realize there’s no one to see,

Only my empty dreams are following me.

Green Be My Body

Upon my death, bury me without the box.

Absorbed by worms in lilac gardens, 

Will worms then travel to other gardens?  

Leave my traces there?

The Golden Age of Information

To find answers to every question posed to you,

The world should then make sense.

Yet should this happen, all facts will be born anew.

"Big Questions, Little Sleep" is available at Amazon.com in paperback or Kindle.

                      

 Thank you so much to Editor Evan Mantyk for publishing this poem in Society of Classical Poets.

http://classicalpoets.org/safe-passage-by-linda-imbler/

'Safe Passage’ by Linda Imbler

The Society

 November 12, 2017

  Beauty,  Poetry

To do no harm, no deeds with base intent,
To this end we must teach the little ones
The way of safe passage.  In lieu, so spent
Time on a hateful road,  the train brakeman
And teary conductor make the announcement.

Ill-aimed conveyance fueled by malcontent,
Some misfiring heart with broken cadence,
Or sealed, shut mind.  Profoundly important
To shepherd all mankind with elegance,
And not yield to the helm of hatred and discontent.

Afterthoughts for "Safe Passage":

Humankind has not woven the web of life. We are but one thread within it. Whatever we do to the web, we do to ourselves. All things are bound together. All things connect.

Chief Seattle

Humankind would improve if we concentrated less on being human and more on being kind.

Ashwin Sanghi

I hate mankind, for I think myself one of the best of them, and I know how bad I am.

 Joseph Baretti, quoted by James Boswell

Thank you very much to Editor David Fraser of Ascent Aspirations: Friday's Poems for publishing this belated Halloween horror tale today.



Lycanthropy
 
 
The moon waxes and night falls, as does his mood.
The transition begins with the first sip of moonshine,
the gentle nature of her snuggle bunny transforms, 
it devolves quickly from subtle to noisy. 
Words now have teeth,
spoken from behind fangs that bite with brutish nips.
His howling and growling
snarling, roaring beast emerges,
he beats his chest and pounces.
Claws as hands, once gentle, 
twist arms and hair and her gut. 
Emotions bounce off walls and she follows.
Confusion reigns and the animal stink
of both prey and predator grows stronger,
as she learns to fear the rising of the moon 
and the raising of the bottle.

Thank you, Drabble for publishing this short tale.

Tattoo

NOVEMBER 9, 2017

By Linda Imbler

Kevis’s official death was June, 2161. He had previously died on November, 2016.

In his afterlife, he got a tattoo every time there was a massive group of sins committed. The big kind involving lots of people, hatred, brutality, and hopelessness.

Over the centuries, he received enough to cover his entire body. He developed huge asymmetrical lumps all over his body. Ink replaced his blood.

Gordon took his place. He expected centuries of pigmentation on his body. Instead, his first tattoo covered his entire back. It depicted a dead, still planet. The pain would always be excruciating.

My Drawing:

I am thankful to Natasha Ganes of Treehouse Arts for
publishing "Thankfulness" today!

Celebrating Thanksgiving with Poetry: Thankfulness by Linda Imbler

November 8, 2017  Poetry 0

Thankfulness

T-shirts and scarves,

genuine friends and relevant music,

words that make the heart sing

as well as the throat.

Nostalgic, warm memories of times gone by,

being truly alive in the moment,

magnetic hopes for the future.

The canon that a world filled with peaceful intentions

toward all, by all, will exist;

The canon that a world filled with peaceful intentions

toward all, by all, will exist;

The canon that a world filled with peaceful intentions

toward all, by all, will exist.

Thank you to Editor Leigh Madrid of Speculative 66 for publishing "Tattoo" Today.

Tattoo

In Kevis’s afterlife, he got a tattoo every time massive sins were committed. The big kind involving lots of people and evil.

In time, he received enough to cover his entire body. He developed huge lumps everywhere.

Clogged pores and thick ink replacing blood did him in.

Gordon replaced him. His only tattoo covered his back. It depicted a dead, still planet. The pain was excruciating.

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