James Dean | Bartholomew Barker

Photo by Bartholomew Barker

He didn’t invent

motorcycles or leather

but he did die young

Today is the 67th anniversary of James Dean’s death.


Bartholomew Barker and James Dean are sixth cousins twice removed. The poet’s grandparents are buried within sight of the actor’s grave in Park Cemetery and one of Barker’s uncles rode motorcycles with the young Dean, both rebelling without much cause.

Footprints in harmattan winds | Benjamin Nambu

Trees, yawning in drought

Forced to repent their decision

To remain rooted instead of fleeing

Their once wet barks

Branded with scars from sharp gun rays

As they stare down

At footprints of families gone farming

Fading in harmattan winds


Benjamin Nambu is from Ghana in West Africa. Writing poems, short stories, and motivational messages are very dear to his heart. 

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Difficult Times | Benjamin Nambu

Hunger echoes the sun rays in my ears

My stomach grumbles

It’s the sign, that I’m near the end

I tighten my grip on the loaf of bread

Wrapped around my shoes in my sack

As the sun brightens with more heat

It becomes clear

That my big talks and dreaming big

Come down to holding on to a piece of bread


Benjamin Nambu is from Ghana in West Africa. Writing poems, short stories, and motivational messages are very dear to his heart. 

Website

greatbenji.business.blog

Facebook

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Born for the rough roads | Benjamin Nambu

I was born for the rough roads

To roam them and to rule there

I was destined to go places

Even hell, cracked and cooked

I was built to master

The roads of rules and conventions

To their dead ends

And create new paths into the future

I was born to win

That’s why I count every loss as lessons


Benjamin Nambu is from Ghana in West Africa. Writing poems, short stories, and motivational messages are very dear to his heart. 

Website

greatbenji.business.blog

Facebook

https://www.facebook.com/kwesi.nambu

Dogs and buttered toast aren’t cats | Nolcha Fox

because they land wrong side down.

You are a cat, elegant

in words, in motion.

I’m not fooled

by slick persuasion.

At heart you are 

a dirty dog.

Your toast is buttered

with margarine.


Nolcha has written all her life, starting with poop and crayons on the walls. Her poems have been published in Lothlorien Poetry JournalAlien Buddha ZineMedusa’s Kitchen and others. Her chapbooks, “My Father’s Ghost Hates Cats,” and “The Big Unda,” are available on Amazon. Nominee for 2023 Best of The Net.

A Voice in the Mist | Ivor Steven

The moon’s my patriarch
My dream glowing in the dark
She’s a vision, no feel, no mound
Only a voice, without sound

A distant shining, so forlorn
My nights ache until dawn
She’s a pillow, no caress, no kiss
Only a voice, from beyond the mist


Ivor Steven was formerly an Industrial Chemist, then a Plumber, now retired, and has been writing for 19 years. He is on the committee of the Geelong Writers Inc.(Australia), a team member with the on-line magazine “Go Dog Go Cafe” (America), and a writer for “Coffee House Writers” magazine (America).

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do you remember? | Tea Solon

how the beating heart of the earth
sounded like when we lay there on
the grass sharing our futures?


TEA SOLON enjoys gulping butung any given day. In her capacity as professor, researcher, and administrator, she had served the academe for nearly two decades. A boring mom and annoying mamarazzi, her bragging rights include basil grower, cancer warrior, and Kabisdak contributor. Read more of Tea at Butung is Layp.

Pocket Cake | Nolcha Fox

Cake in my pocket

to feed the squirrels

in the college square.

Free food,

free tuition,

squirrels are much smarter

than me.


Nolcha has written all her life, starting with poop and crayons on the walls. Her poems have been published in Lothlorien Poetry JournalAlien Buddha ZineMedusa’s Kitchen and others. Her chapbooks, “My Father’s Ghost Hates Cats,” and “The Big Unda,” are available on Amazon. Nominee for 2023 Best of The Net.

i want your kisses to be mine…only mine | Tea Solon

all your kisses
belong to me,
and mine yours

the darkness
even closes its
eyes to ensure
no one else takes

our kisses away
but us… only us.


TEA SOLON enjoys gulping butung any given day. In her capacity as professor, researcher, and administrator, she had served the academe for nearly two decades. A boring mom and annoying mamarazzi, her bragging rights include basil grower, cancer warrior, and Kabisdak contributor. Read more of Tea at Butung is Layp.