Author: Lion and Lilac
Four Poems | Lynn White
Afraid Of The Light I am not afraid of the dark. Night time engulfs me, covers me gently with it’s thick darkness, comforts me with its curtains of blackness. I don’t need to hide. It hides me. So I bury myself in the darkness, the good thick subterranean darkness let it cover my face so […]
Learning To Fly | Leon Kaye | Play
LEARNING TO FLY a ten-minute play SYNOPSIS: An elderly woman wants to take flying lessons SETTING: Minimal. Couch and table. TIME: The present. CHARACTERS: GRAM – Late 60’s, unassuming PHIL – teenage athlete LEE — Bitter, 40’s. GAIL – Twenties, rational but self-centered (Couch center and arm chair […]
Three Poems | Zainab Raji
A Daisy’s Dilemma A daisy came alive in summer Had itself two daisies to either side A cape father, a gloriosa mother Its yellow disc was a beauty Its white petals, a light They opened by day and oft closed by night Through rainstorms, through sunshine It came in and out all its life Green […]
The Devil Is In The Eggs | Karen Siff Exkorn | Play
CHARACTERS DIANE A vibrant married woman in her 60’s–Joe’s wife JOE A somewhat jaded married man in his 60’s–Diane’s husband DIANE (60’s) and JOE (60’s) have been married for 35 years. They’re seated at the kitchen table. JOE has a big bowl of hard boiled eggs and is making deviled eggs. […]
Elster Creek: Dark View | Allan Lake | Poetry
My partner is afraid of bats in a world where anti-vax fanatics deny the existence of a pandemic as people drop in all directions. She fears that a bat will latch onto her neck and sip her blood in a country where major banks – like casinos – massage the trusting in order […]
No More Flowers | Dana Hall | One Act Play
PRODUCTION Minimal set. A couch, painting, easel. The Black Iris can be indicated, replicated, or projected- all artistic interpretation welcome. REVELANT HISTORY Georgia O’Keeffe (1887-1986) was an American modernist artist. She was known for her painting of skyscrapers, landscapes, and monumental flowers, which were a combination of realism and abstraction. Unbeknownst to O’Keeffe, her […]
Three Poems | Bisola Bada
endangered I want to write a poem that speaks of deers, antelopes, pouched rats & many other endangered games in the hands of hunters in the black continent but how do I write this on paper when this poet & her gender are endangered species in the fist of patriarchs & misogynists but […]
Two Poems | Stephen House
whatever vocation it was the method best practiced believing my unexpected thing for life i suppose what else could i do daily craft writing performing nightly show sometimes resilient in my whatever vocation on and on i go add this to the trickle creating a must as they wait for why there […]
Four Poems | Michael Brockley
A Blind Date with Wendy, Before “Born to Run” My sister fixed me up with Wendy over a Fourth of July weekend. The Jersey girl was finishing a special ed degree at Ball State. Kept one eye on the fast lane eastbound out of town. Said she missed the Jersey boardwalk and having a […]
Four Poems | Lynn White
Melting Away She could still remember the warm days of summer, seaside holidays, times without end. Almost. Tick tock. But now the warmth is too much and time is melting away in the sun. Tick tock, tick tock goes her memory curling up in the heat and dying like a beached whale […]