By: Miguel Carlos Lazarte Escaping never-endings I am left a story in half its wit When it returns, the pages scatter Numbers – in eye – by paragraphs Like a shroud encumbering The soul A comet, heavenly; floating Half-remembered characters It…
By: Yevgeniya Przhebelskaya A – Woman – Poet A woman wants to give and lead, A poet wants to write and read. For poet – peace and audience, For woman – love and sustenance. A poet is impulsive, free, A woman…
By: Mary Bone Oblivion Sharp pencils Blank pages Waiting for inspiration- I throw paint, Write words And they bounce Off the walls Into oblivion. 2. Diamonds in the Sky The diamonds that caught my eye, Weren’t found in a jewelry…
By: JD DeHart Welcome to the City, once called Salem, changed to Slam, a bit of scratching on the road sign. Maybe it’s a change in the atmosphere, more rays allowed through, but here people could do amazing feats. Just the…
By: Sravani Singampalli Many feel that the traditional forms Of poetry are the best, A haiku must always follow A 5-7-5 syllable pattern And a poem must follow The specific meters. If you force a child To follow your notions He…
By: Terry Brix Day started with a hot coal ember sunrise wedged between trunk and limb of Lodgepole Pine, streaks and herds of black gray buffalo clouds trampling the blue making white cloud dust. All day snow, rain and hail playing…
By: Terry Brix Free womb rent from my mother—Val, genetic gift from my father—Art. Borrowed those passion-interlocked, semen-egg-woven DNA helixes never to give them back, only half-back to my wife mate in turn. Borrowed money from the banks, three plates full…
By: Patrick Dang I spent day and night daydreaming of love. I dreamt of what the perfect girl would be like. We would be like two peas in a pod. The bestest of friends, with a bond stronger than blood. Distance…
By: William C. Blome I’ll talk up to a point about Mr. Wentworth, and then I’m going to pull up lame and go no further. It’s not that I have personal stakes of any kind in this race, so to speak,…
By: Adreyo Sen Are we to be loved in pieces? The smile you force out of us with some sudden strange act of sweetness, the red in our cheeks when we are fixed by your hawk-like eyes, the slenderness of our…