By: Okeypoet A Spirit Stirs A song,a stir from within,i am moved;Something touches me,i know I’m alive,i feel life;So much happiness,so much sorrow,the soaring eagle,the simple sparrow;I am lost,i am found;Life, is so profound. ### He’s Back The muse is…
By: J. Ross Archer May Jean Hancock was born to a mountain woman and a West Virginia coal miner. Her father was killed in a mining accident when May was a baby, leaving May and her mother without a source…
By Mary DeWllde The seaside resort town had a feel about it that is molded by salt air and the sound of sea gulls conversing. Souvenir shops crowded with tacky sailor statues and glittered seashells you wouldn’t think to buy any…
By: Lynn Dowless Once upon a time in the valley of Blessed Nellby mountain side overhang, there stood a water well.I was young,there was so much to see,so sit down and listen to this story one must hear to believe….
By: Josh Brown A beautiful, moving examination of our destructive cruelty The pleasure of Portsmouth Poetry is that we get to meet, to know and to work with talented writers and artists to play a small part in their development…
By: Josh Brown Jericho Brown is the most exciting poet in the USA today. On May 4th this year he was awarded the 2020 Pulitzer Prize for Poetry for his latest collection ‘The Tradition’ which Pulitzer described as “A collection…
By: Thomas Sanfilip Robert waited anxiously for his sister Alissa to embark from the plane. His pale, strained features lit up instantly when he saw her as they made their way out of the airport into the southern Californian sunlight,…
By: James P. Goss Atomic Bomb, Rising Sea Rejoice in the timeof your betrayal.Let it bring youto tears,the soft lightetching your facewith mercy. Doing battle,your energy declinesalong with the earnest convictionsso fondly embraced in your youth. ### Paperscrapers I walk…
By: Jack Bristow Jimmy “Wheels” O’Flanagan was a beast of a man. He weighed only 150 pounds; he wore a scally cap. He rolled everywhere. He could have taken the subway, he could have taken the taxi, but he liked to roll. He had the rolling down to an…
By: Anjana Sanyal CATALYSTSWe used to count the starsOn the lining of my dark hairI counted the frecklesOn your back when I was on top of youWe look for love under the eyes where it stayedWhenever it glimmered in our…