By: Ruth Deming Thirty years and I am finally retired from teaching. Finally! I won’t go on about the years flying by unnoticed – but of course […]
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‘Would that we could see beyond the heart’ and other poems by Tom Z Spencer
By Tom Z. Spencer Would that we could see beyond the heartThe compass Southed by any early blow swamps in pity and rotPlugs the hole with coke and chocolate; caviar and potChurns […]
The Last Time Rublev Saw the Sea
By Tom Z. Spencer The plague days made hermits of us all. It was a lesser challenge by orders of magnitude than Civil Rights or the Great Depression, the Civil War, the […]
‘Cubao Expo Smoking Area, Night’ and other poems by Karlo Sevilla
By: Karlo Sevilla Cubao Expo Smoking Area, Night Led by the vine,mother cat and kittensclimb decrepit spiral staircase.Just for furry paws to treadand mortal eyes to see.My cigarette smoketwists and turns skyward,and […]
‘Hatchlings’ and other poems by Mary Bone
By: Mary Bone Sandhill Turtles One by one, baby turtlesgo down a winding path.The sandhill was always a place of safety.The shells will be their nightly home,a protection from the elements. ### […]
Flightless Birds
By Patrick Eades We were in the garage by Christmas. The temperature refused to drop from 35 degrees at nine in the evening, our stomachs stuffed with prawns, ham, fruit cake […]
The Ballad of Heart Beat
By: H.L. Dowless Today the woman in white will walk out to Heart Heat bridge.Nobody anywhere knows her true nameor what she is intending to do by sauntering out to the edge.Is […]
Whe’re you going, poet
By: Daniel de Culla -Whe’re you going, Poet? -With this bike that’ s going nowhere, I’m going to take a walk through the streets of Ampuriabrava, Girona, where I’m spending a few […]
Coronavirus is called Euthanasius
By: Daniel de Culla They say that Euthanasius, to whom people calls Coronavirus, came from China, after gorging on a bat as a first course; second: Pekingese dog, and as a dessert: […]
‘grace’ and other poems by Albi James
By: Albi James grace a restaurant deck, by the harbourin breezy sunshine – my cousin, a ministerspeaks of churches brunch arrived, she bows her headsilent in prayer I feel left out, as […]
