New Poetry: Daydreaming
By Jon Bishop
Standing on the corner of the road,
Watching the sky change from black to red,
Thinking of all the day demands.
Hungover from the night before.
How am I alive?
Dreams of Dolores
A poem
By Mark Ellis
Alex awoke from a dream that Dolores O’Riordan was calling him.
Not by name,
Or even with words,
But with the green,
Mystic and nonverbal call
That wavered broken and lilting in her music
And revealed her as an old soul…
