By: Bill Arnott Bejewelled Skeleton Northwest Cornwall, a mild Tuesday in March Carbis Bay – Hayle Towans waves wash, shucked oyster brine aroma gannets glide, acrylic daubs in white crushed bivalves underfoot glint of stucco flecked with glass cuttlefish and…
By: Paweł Markiewicz haiku about thaw early spring and thaw I writing summer poems with romantic time the last thaw in spring I think about migration of summer first crane ## A clean ontological matter These two haiku can be…
By: Ian C Smith He reminds her to put tea in the pot, can tell she thought she already had, drinks it black. Her fridge a health hazard, no milk, tea’s bitterness is preferable to the chaos of a meal,…
By Chinese Poet Yuan HongriTranslated by Manu Mangattu Golden and Transparent When the dainty of dawn lights up your body You shall see the golden country in stone. The Giant is walking in the sky His hand holds aloft a…
By: Austin J. Dalton The day already seemed to be a less than auspicious one when I glanced over at the alarm clock from where I was positioned on the couch. Ten in the morning, I’d missed my academic advising…
By: Alan Berger We get born, then we dieIn the middle We love, try, laugh, and cry I Need a break to de-charge my batteries Need a push to forgive my enemies Need to lay under a tree With a…
By: S Manoj Syria! No Country for Innocents. Cry for life, Call for help, More than half a decade, Goes unheard. The capitalists, Communists, And the democrats, Turn a deaf ear. Supporters of the president, Rebels of the president, The…
By: The Birch Twins He closed his eyes against the dust as the bus drew away. Walking down the middle of the highway, he exchanged looks with a mangy looking coyote. Typical of her. She wouldn’t even feed the hungry…
By: Don Thompson (Norman MacCaig) His manuscripts must’ve smelled like cigarettes, stained by coffee cup rings, with notes to himself in the margins about which lures to take on the next fishing trip— Dunkell, Black Pennell, Wickham’s Fancy… I can hear…
By: Gizelle Verduzco Light taps of rain cleanse the earth, Almost like a toddler running on top of my roof. A mirage of grey tears fall from the dim sky, The sun disappears into an abyss. The crackling release of…