Daily Archives: December 16, 2013


“Empty Nest” by Cristine A. Gruber

I miss the summer evenings

when you came home warm,

a lightness to your step,

a smile a glance away,

a clear twinkle, a lighter air.

 

There was more noise in summer,

though we never thought of it

as such. It was merely the vitality

that season brings, resonating

throughout the hills and valleys.

 

Winter is quieter, and colder too.

We walk through the frost

in black and white moods,

hugging frozen sweaters

to freezing extremities.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Cristine A. Gruber has had work featured in “North American Review,” “Writer’s Digest,” “Writers’ Journal,” “The Endicott Review,” “The Penwood Review,” “Thema,” and “Westward Quarterly.” She has been a featured poet in Writer’s Digest for National Poetry Month. Cristine studied Literature, Philosophy, and World Religions at California Baptist University in Riverside, California. She is a member of The California State Poetry Society and The Poetry Society of America. Her first full-length collection of poetry, “Lifeline,” was released by Infinity Publishing and is available from Amazon.com. Cristine loves great pasta and fine wine, long walks, and good books. She continues to reside in Southern California and has two grown children.


“Fish and Fowl” by N. Masha

Be like us

Fall into step

Hear the sound of drums

They patter on

 

Fall into steps

Dive, immerse yourself

And putter on

Drowned in formulas

 

Dive, immerse yourself

Swans are the ones

Who drown in formulas

Fish don’t feel the water

 

Swans are the ones

With oil-slicked wings

Fish don’t see the matter

What’s pollution going to do?

 

With oil-slicked wings

Constantly worrying

What pollution’s going to do

Genetic recoding perhaps

 

Constantly worrying

That their gills won’t grow fast enough

Genetic recoding has

To take its own sweet time

 

Their gills will grow fast enough

They’re impatient, won’t wait

Won’t take their own sweet time

To be like us.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

N. Masha is a high school student who writes poetry when she’s sick and tired of Calculus homework. Translation: she writes a lot of poetry.


“Dispute” by Cristine A. Gruber

Even the chair I am paired with feels tense,

like a friend who has just been told she must

make a decision and pick a side in the ensuing

disagreement between mutual loved ones.

 

The small folding table in front of me is

equally anxious, the skinny two-part legs

almost visibly shaking in anticipation

of being knocked against the distant wall.

 

The rug at my feet feels taut against me,

as if a trampoline lurks beneath,

ready to spring forth and throw me,

should I come too close to revealing the

impending truth of the argument to follow.

 

And the air in the room is conspiring as well,

rising up to grip my sandpaper throat,

loosening my tongue at the worst possible time,

and attacking my eyes, which would otherwise be dry.

 

Only you remain unaffected by the imminent dispute,

remaining calmly at your computer,

while your desk, screen, keyboard, and mouse,

all bristle in sympathy for the tension in the air.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Cristine A. Gruber has had work featured in “North American Review,” “Writer’s Digest,” “Writers’ Journal,” “The Endicott Review,” “The Penwood Review,” “Thema,” and “Westward Quarterly.” She has been a featured poet in Writer’s Digest for National Poetry Month. Cristine studied Literature, Philosophy, and World Religions at California Baptist University in Riverside, California. She is a member of The California State Poetry Society and The Poetry Society of America. Her first full-length collection of poetry, “Lifeline,” was released by Infinity Publishing and is available from Amazon.com. Cristine loves great pasta and fine wine, long walks, and good books. She continues to reside in Southern California and has two grown children.


“Mumbai” by John Grey

I’m one of twelve million people.

Insignificance…

let me count the ways.

Crammed in sidewalks,

mobbed in stores,

crushed in temples,

it takes great effort

to establish anything

about myself.

How can I favor

the color blue

when the thousand others

in this serving line don’t?

Where’s my love for Bach

when my ears drown

in Bollywood tunes?

And how can I love you?

Nobody else here does.

Sure, I get it.

We’re all unique in our own way.

But what about in everybody’s way?

 

 

 

 

 

 

John Grey is an Australian born poet. He has recently been published in “International Poetry Review,” “Vallum,” and the science fiction anthology “The Kennedy Curse” with work upcoming in “Bryant Literary Magazine,” “Natural Bridge,” and the “Oyez Review.”


“Veracity” by Cristine A. Gruber

The deception

you carry

on your chest

 

like an accessory

has grown and developed

to create new life on its own.

 

The sudden freedom

makes you think

you have won for a time,

 

as you walk back

to your humble starting point,

weaving a tale with no end in sight.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Cristine A. Gruber has had work featured in “North American Review,” “Writer’s Digest,” “Writers’ Journal,” “The Endicott Review,” “The Penwood Review,” “Thema,” and “Westward Quarterly.” She has been a featured poet in Writer’s Digest for National Poetry Month. Cristine studied Literature, Philosophy, and World Religions at California Baptist University in Riverside, California. She is a member of The California State Poetry Society and The Poetry Society of America. Her first full-length collection of poetry, “Lifeline,” was released by Infinity Publishing and is available from Amazon.com. Cristine loves great pasta and fine wine, long walks, and good books. She continues to reside in Southern California and has two grown children.


“Distinctive” by Cristine A. Gruber

It was interesting to note

that the DVD collection

was not only perfectly lined up

but alphabetized as well.

 

But it was another thing entirely

to notice that the spices in the kitchen

were likewise placed in alphabetical order,

in a long, thin rack, on both sides of the stove.

 

There they were in matching uniforms

of clear glass with white lids,

all perfectly aligned,

labeled to declare their purpose.

 

False appearance of the same packaging,

for all were different on the inside,

ranging from white to yellow, to red to brown to black.

All labeled, yet all serving a different purpose.

 

Praise for the advantage of a clear container,

the ability to see through,

to perceive past the labels,

to bear witness to the inside.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Cristine A. Gruber has had work featured in “North American Review,” “Writer’s Digest,” “Writers’ Journal,” “The Endicott Review,” “The Penwood Review,” “Thema,” and “Westward Quarterly.” She has been a featured poet in Writer’s Digest for National Poetry Month. Cristine studied Literature, Philosophy, and World Religions at California Baptist University in Riverside, California. She is a member of The California State Poetry Society and The Poetry Society of America. Her first full-length collection of poetry, “Lifeline,” was released by Infinity Publishing and is available from Amazon.com. Cristine loves great pasta and fine wine, long walks, and good books. She continues to reside in Southern California and has two grown children.