Thank you so very much to Dr. Rachna Singh
of The Wise Owl for publishing my work in the
October issue. ![]()
https://www.thewiseowl.art/linda-imbler
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Thank you so very much to Dr. Rachna Singh
of The Wise Owl for publishing my work in the
October issue. ![]()
https://www.thewiseowl.art/linda-imbler
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Thank you to the editors at Mad Swirl for publishing my poem, "Crossroads."
CrossRoads by Linda Imbler
When Saturday night bands
seeded the air with song,
and the groovy people gathered
to rap, to trip the light fantastic,
The CrossRoads brought dreams
into the light,
beyond strobes.
People mottled by summer sun
prayed
the phrase book of God,
and didn’t mind
where anyone had started from.
A new family conceived
on the dance floor.
September 17, 2026
editors note: Wherever two or more are gathered together… – mh clay
A HUGE THANK YOU TO THE TALENTED TIM SANDERS FOR PUTTING MY POEM "CIRCADIA" TO MUSIC AND VIDEO. PLEASE ENJOY THIS REMARKABLE PIECE OF WORK. I LOVE COLLABORATING WITH TIM!!
https://www.facebook.com/watch/?ref=saved&v=1572797011057353
Thank you to Editor Sand Pilarski of Piker Press for publishing my poem today.
Oh, Snap!
NOW LIVE! AT AMAZON IN PAPERBACK ($6.00) OR KINDLE ($3.00) VERSIONS.
Thoughts Pondered In This Book:
The bravery of mapping your dreams in defiance of taking breaths of poisoned air.
The spirit to stand free countering the disquietude of constriction.
The valor of repurposing your life to keep your dreams from fading.
The courage to sweep out old concerns using a new broom.
A resolve for continued new learning standing against the pins and needles of ignorance.
The pages of our lives, standing the test of time, even though silver steel may tarnish.
Paperback
Thank you very much to Editor Barbara Leonhard for publishing my poem today.
https://feedthehol.blogspot.com/2026/07/two-different-versions-by-linda-imbler.html
Two Different Versions
Why is it always so beautiful,
the day after?
Soft, dreamy blue skies,
wispy clouds that linger,
but do not cover the sun,
long grass greener than something
perfected in the Emerald City?
Why is it always so ugly,
the day after?
Harsh azure overhead
that burns the eyes,
grass that feels like sharp glass on bare feet,
clouds that look like they
could choke you with their coils.
People passing by with happy demeanors
that give you hope that one day you will again
be one of them,
if just given time.
People passing by with smiles and laughter
that seems arrogant and mocking.
Do they not know
what has happened to you?
AC-DC, high and low,
I’m okay, I’m not okay,
I’m okay, I’m not okay,
I’m okay,
I’m not okay.