By: Robert A. Davies 1. I have a secret a past a love the love past, memories dim. I have another secret, a love not expressed the young men all so handsome. 2. Pictures up to, anticipation and sometimes a little…
By: Zunayet Ahammed Light is flickering Unsung dilemma Coming forward Stream water is stagnant Rivers are not sinuous Air is deadened with groaning Spring is over For mothers and sisters and wives A pageant of dead bodies Beauty is…
By: Zunayet Ahammed All is meaningless The sweet morning That gives us charms Will soon wither away Flowers that dazzle our eyes Will soon lose its hues Sweet notes of birds After a little while Will be harsh one…
By: Mary Bone The soft amethyst light Of early evening, Peered through my living room drapes. Adventure was calling my name In the land of fire and ice. My heart was melting. Iceland had a hold on me. As you…
By: Tandem today’s the day I’m supposed to be working but I’m watching Netflix instead writing silly poems I wish could be read in a smoky sometimes sarcastic voice.
By: Tandem here lies the poet you once knew, now the verse is closed while living the poet gave us rhymes, words to drape around our cold shoulders now we must bring flowers and a few lines of our own.
By: J Ash Gamble Yes, I swerved to miss the oncoming traffic of confusion hitting a pot hole of guilt on the old country road I went careening around a blind corner, having to slam on the breaks, the slow-moving vehicle…
By: Roger Still Beware the word with its hidden sinister violence Beware the suggestion the utterance the manipulative syllable A site of language production, blocks and shards of meaning falling from the sky threatening to bash us.
By: Roger Still she’s a figure in rags who holds the house together arms stretched around this world we hold dear she’s the one who held us together in raging flood night and cooled the licking flames of destroyers the one…
By: Russ Cope I tell them I don’t mean to pry, but then get my hands full in, open up what was closed, exposing the darkness inside, always disillusioned with what I find. *** Russ Cope used to be a custodian….