B.Z. Niditch… A New World

 

A New World

Those wild strawberries
in our cool hand
which keep us in sweetness
on day’s long airy days
we hike on Concord trails
ablaze the meadow flowers
in well-worn denims
through kicking a ball
by cypress
catching my breath
over tall grass shade
against the west wind
of swarming hum of bees
by Walden Pond
reading to a circle of students
overcoming the pine combs
on common ground
over Indian blankets
of spreading light
all of us in turn
reciting words from Thoreau
everyone responds with perception
among the relentless sunshine
on these dales and hills
as nature reveals
the same language, love, nature
that the songbirds call.

 

B.Z. Niditch is a poet, playwright, fiction writer and teacher who resides in Brookline, Massachusetts. His work is widely published in journals and magazines throughout the world, including:Columbia: A Magazine of Poetry and Art; The Literary Review; Denver Quarterly; HawaiiReview; LeGuepard (France); Kadmos (France); Prism International; Jejune (Czech Republic); Leopold Bloom (Budapest); Antioch Review; and Prairie Schooner, among others. His latest poetry collections are “Lorca at Sevilla”,”Captive Cities.”

Copyright © 2016 by B.Z. Niditch

 

 

 

 

 

 

Kudzai Mahwite… Pressure It Is But Do Not Crack

 

Pressure It Is But Do Not Crack

Wit and interest sure be stale,
Angry and dry but sure not pale,
Sure could do with a glass of ale,

Yet this is my boat and I must sail.

Dawn did break before timbers creak,
Nightly bobbing, rest not robbing,
Gothic vision of what could be,

Yet bliss do line sweet reminisce.

When heat do atoms make awake,
Felt I the leak where timber crack,
Knew full well what I do lack,
Some peace and rest before timbers break.

 

Kudzai Mahwite is a young Zimbabwean poet inspired greatly by the works and life of William Shakespeare. He is an Economics student and as part of his studies runs a small-time blog on the African Economy. Kudzai is also a Sportswriter with Football.co.uk.You can follow him on Twitter @sir_tos.

Copyright © 2015 by Kudzai Mahwite

 

 

 

 

 

 

B.Z. Niditch… Wind Sails

 

Wind Sails

Off Gloucester
with the wind sails
burning up the coast
that tomorrow’s red sun
disappears at first light,
my brow beaten
into a Melville frenzy
spotting a Big White
of flesh
that old Ahab
would harpoon
daring to take
a photo with enough
space and time
in these storm clouds
before a voyage landing,
and the breeze taking
even the crows
on the home harbor’s neck.

 

B.Z. Niditch has published five times, thus far, on Rapoetics.com. He has a poem in Randomly Accessed Poetics’ latest Issue No. 6, Ghost House. And will soon have a single author chapbook, published by Penhead Press, released in June of 2015, called “Everything, Everywhere!”

In additon to writing word music, B.Z. Niditch writes plays, fiction, and teaches. He Lives in Brookline Massachusetts.

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Copyright © 2015 by B.Z. Niditch

 

 

 

 

 

 

Jason Constanetine Ford… A Return of Painful Years

 

A Return of Painful Years

Within the deepest breaths of inner sleep,
My nose inhales a scent infused with bitter fears.
Seconds are passing through the tears I weep
With trauma beyond a horde of jeers.
The lonely tribal years of being ostracized
Are coming back as strength of mind is now excised.
The set of words expelling me from my tribe
Are hammering against my ears as painful vibe.
Accusations spread across a span of years
As I confront a form of pain which stays in place.
The morose memories inflicting pain for years
Are draining me as strength is gone without a trace.
Sequence of memories are passing through my mind
As path of escape is a route which I cannot find.

 

Jason Constantine Ford is from East Perth in W.A, Australia. He works at a book shop and has over fifty publications of poetry in various poetry magazine, ezines and journals from around the world. He has a traditional approach to poetry as he is dedicated to the cause of rhyming Poems.

Copyright © 2014 by Jason Constanetine Ford