By: C G Ward Acts Count Orsino opened TwelfthNight with a high kickthat nearly cracked the sky,his declaration of if musicbe the food of love… almost distracting mefrom the distance between us.Almost. […]
‘Acts’ and other poems
Author
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He Just Wanted a Goldfish
By: Hannah Retallick Jonty wanted a goldfish. Harriet had been allowed one when she turned eight. Father told Jonty it was a huge responsibility to look after another living thing, not one […]
The Giant Insect (Mohapotongo)
By Abu IshaqueTranslated by: Md. Saber -E- Montaha A small house in a small town. A pair of sparrows used to dwell in a hole in the north-facing wall of that house. One […]
The spring awakening
By: Paweł Markiewicz The springtide wakes up not only in dreams.The snowdrops blooming in the moony garths.One listens the propitious paradise.The dearest graylag geese coming in flocks. I think of genus Primula […]
‘Hamartia’ and other poems
By: Gregory J Powell Hamartia Son of John,Animal’s eyes;Sees the wold,And never cries. Daughter of Heaven,And daughter of Earth;Already present,At History’s birth. Yesterday is merely a tutor,Aorist future;The trees blur to become […]
A Knock on the Door in the Night
By Kyle Serro A knock on the door in the night was what woke him up. He looks out of the window and sees someone dark and goes outside to see […]
‘I Missed The Snow’ and other poems
By: K. A. Williams I Missed the Snow Most winters there is enough snowfallfor sledding and building snowmen.And the glistening snow is so brightunder the nighttime orange sky, you cansee everything outside […]
Poems: ‘Broken Podiums’ and ‘Rainy Eyes and Sunny Colored Pencils’
By: Angela Moore Broken Podiums Anxiety glides over frost bitten emotions.Skimming her internal rink caked with cracks.Scraping to and from with cruel indifference.And synchronized with melodic cries of defeat.A truly haunting performance […]
‘For protection’ and other poems
By: John Grey FOR PROTECTION You’ve been instructed not to run.Or scream. Or fight.Just talk.Appeal to his better nature.Or act crazy.Pretend you’re a pigeonwith a broken wing.Gobble gobble gobbleand make believeyou can’t […]
My Poetic Journey Begins Now
By: April Mae Berza I started writing when I found out about the national hero of the Philippines crafting verses at an early age. That time, I told myself I will follow […]
