By Alan Berger I certainly can’t blame you For throwing me out of our band Let us face the music I had a heroin addiction as big as the land Remember when […]
Not facing the music
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Sweet Wood
By: Mehreen Ahmed Late afternoon drizzles blighted the lights. Layered clouds, hung over in translucent folds. Dusky shadows fell upon a gully’s end. Next to this, a cinnamon farm lay stretched to […]
‘Streetlamp’ and other poems by Kevin O’Keeffe
By: Kevin O’Keeffe Streetlamp I’ve long admired him, This steely Atlas, Denying the dark its nightly ambition. He is like a footman, stiff With some serious duty. Trusted, and attentive. Are we […]
Poem: Woman looking for a tongue!
By : Amirah Al Wassif they said your voice shouldn’t be heardwe need a woman without soundthen I asked my godo lord, do I count?and he answered me in shortraise your […]
No Man’s Land
By Gaither Stewart Get out your atlas. You will likely need it when you read farther here about the intriguing but little known story in a lesser known part of Alpine Europe: […]
Poem: Old Friend
By: Steven Jakobi for Wally A bright blue morning, clean and fresh after the rain. An ordinary day of ordinary lives and ordinary tasks. Except that you left us today. A Wednesday […]
Poem: Boiling Sap
By: Steven Jakobi Deep snow stills the woods, ice sparkles in the morning sun, but the longer days are brighter and the wind is a bit kinder. The February sky is filled […]
My magic dream, which calls itself eternity
By: Pawel Markiewicz The Angels are flying in pairs through dreamy eternity the legendary fairies dreaming overnight the dwarfish primal world with a dreamed imagination the Leprechauns on the open sea Dream […]
‘Black caviar with leftovers’ and other poems by Peter Magliocco
By: Peter Magliocco black caviar with leftovers trudge into the nightfall of hungry consciousness & taste fallen fruit left rotting from a long-ago banquet. your daughter is nearly eleven, her bare feet […]
Poem: Parachute
By: Aila Doyle Ignore the sound and fury. Read my lines. A desire to have a life, one combined. A sophic man, seeing into my soul. A woman afraid of losing control. […]
