Monday, November 3, 2025

Grounded by Tina Hudak

 

Image/ Pixabay

Grounded

I have been pinned to this spot

for decades.

Winds blow hard through here. Often.

Rains sweep across the ground

in torrents. 

At times like these I revel in this possibility

I just might become unpinned.

Yet, here I am. Still. Stuck. 

The proverbial butterfly 

in the shadow box

hanging with wings spread;

colors glowing;

people passing to Oooo and Ahhhh


Yet, I remain hopeful. 

My desiccated body

will soon shrivel.

The heavy steel pin will no longer hold me 

And with the coming  storm 

I will blow away. Upwards-

to finally feel the world.

© Tina Hudak

Tina Hudak

Tina Hudak is a writer-artist in the Washington, D.C. area. She has works included in The Library of Congress and the Harvard Art Library, as well as small press publications in the U.S. and overseas. Visit TinaOpines and "A Blue Bunny Studio" on WordPress.




Sunday, November 2, 2025

Knowing the Golden Ages of Summer and Moonlight by Myrtle Thomas

Image / Egor Kamelev

Knowing the Golden Ages of Summer and Moonlight


              when the leaves are falling in the moonlight
and the stars search the autumn sky
a time when the shadow of summer still lives
             time hovers for a few more hours in my eyes.

life can be golden in the airy footsteps of late summer

         autumn whispers such a beautiful song in the air
awe !    the mystery of nature counts its fingers
as it steps sideways in the moonlight and bows to the north
      in cool tones of silence nature paints and waits.

life can be golden in the airy footsteps of late summer

        while my heart drinks in the last breath  of summer
knowing I may never again feel this grace
but what is more beautiful than the rose of summer
       except the paint strokes of autumn's leaves.

life can be golden in the airy footsteps of late summer

           when the ashes of summer find the windblown leaf
time is poured out upon the field and tree-line
changing the season in my eyes and the wind I can't clearly see
           only the dipping of a golden sun and moon rise and set.

© 
Myrtle Thomas

Myrtle Thomas
Myrtle Thomas lives in America and is retired from a large manufacturing company. She has been published in several poetry journals and magazines, and is a member of ALLpoetry.com, writing under the pen name Bluebird74. Myrtle self-published four poetry books and also has a new chapbook on Amazon (In My Land of Dreams). She uses poetry as a form of medicine to heal past wounds; poetry has been a companion to her for over thirty years.






Saturday, November 1, 2025

5 by Todd Matson

 

Image | Mart Production

5

 

He didn’t merely claim that 2 + 2 = 5, but that

0 + 4 = 5, 0 + 3 = 5, 1 + 3 = 5 and 1 + 2 = 5. Undeterred,

he unselfconsciously, self-righteously declared 0 + 6, 1 + 6 and

0 + 7 = 5, that its all divinely revealed with elegant mathematical precision

not only by addition but subtractionI can still hear him dogmatically

insisting these truths to be self-evident as he bellowed through a

megaphone weirdly wired to an amplifier on Fifth Street:

 

9 – 2 = 5, 9 – 3 = 5, 8 – 1 = 5, 8 – 2 = 5, 7 – 0 = 5, 7 – 1 = 5

and 6 – 0 = 5.

 

For any scoffers

gathering around, he used

a whiteboard to display that what

is true in the tens, is true in the hundreds,

thousands, millions, billionstrillions and beyond:



As he began to multiply, my attention was suddenly

divided between the divine revelation on his

whiteboard and the stranger next to me

streaming him on YouTube

 

If you’ve ever felt like

you fell asleep in second grade and

woke up in collegeI pray you can forgive me

for not being able to capture his mathematical proof

sprawling exponentially into the quadrillions, quintillions,

sextillions, septillions, octillions, nonillions and decillions into  the

infinities. Calculus, linear algebra and differential equations have never

been my cup of tea, and my finite capacity for comprehension could

not grasp the cacophony of equations belted out at hypersonic

speed through a megaphone exponentially amplified by

an amplifier, nor could I track the dizzying array

of ever-changing numbers, parentheses

and exponents on his whiteboard.

 

How was I supposed to

know the entire spectacle was

anything other than nonsensical word salad

of a poor soul caught in a tsunami of bipolar mania?

 

Did you catch the news? A team of professors from

Harvard and MIT analyzed the viral video

of the entire episode and found

everything came to 5.

 

5

 

When

rounded off

to the nearest 5.


Author’s Note


The poem is about the dismantling of stereotypes regarding people whom we see as "other," as different than or inferior to ourselves. When we do so, we end up judging the book of a person's life and character by the cover without even bothering to read the pages of someone's life, to see the intelligence, competence, creativity within them. When we do so, we fail to see how they too have been created in the image of God. While none of us are perfect, we are all of infinite worth and have something to offer to others in this world.


© Todd Matson



Todd Matson

Todd Matson is a Licensed Marriage and Family Therapist in North Carolina, United States.  His poetry has been published in Salvation South, Agape Review, San Antonio Review, The Brussels Review, and featured in Poetry for Mental Health.  He has also written lyrics for songs recorded by several contemporary Christian music artists.




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