By: Kathleen Bryson So weary of poemsabout oysters and eggsand bone, and pearls,with delicate allusions tomemento mori and organzawith Victorian references and forced rhymeswith frail loose endingsto stanzasSo tired of wordsused in poemslike coiled and sweetand violet and dryso bored…
By: Leda Glass I hold my toothpaste in my mouthAnd let it burn new holes. A pathetic attemptAt cleanliness,Maybe far too close to godlinessFor somebody like me— My inner cheek flesh,That suede bitten blanket,May have been twice rebornAnd a half,…
By: Joe Barca your poemgently broke meall the tearspent up inside stalagmitesand stalactitesin the caveof my unconscious your wordsa shock of sparrowsrelentlessecho through me the ghosts of lossthat haunt usa fatherand a daughter the riverand the water
By: George Gad Economou Lost Drunk Desires visiting whorehouses without caring to get action, toobroke to afford special services, yet wishing to breathe in the rough atmosphere,yearning to taste again the essence of joints Ionce frequented more than home—I felt…
By, Karen Lee Stradford It’s been a long day.I can use a distraction.My sister Lynn invited me to anoutdoor concert,guaranteed to make me forget my troublesand lose myself in the music. With no questions asked, I prepare for the greatest…
By: Emmanuel G G Yamba History of a night maybe this is why the scripture saysweeping may endure at nightbecause the sun smileis engulf within the cloud& the moon looses it’s tasteon the lip of the sky all through the…
By, Karen Lee Stradford Open your heart.Show kindness and let someone in-that person who has nothing to eatand nowhere to sleep.Shelter is their necessity. It’s hard to imagine a world wherepeople struggle to survivein a prosperous land.There must be a…
By: Dwit David Philip I conceived and carried you for nine months,I delivered you the day you are born,I had sleepless night when you are in womb,It was always good, when kicking and beating my pregnant womb Today you are…
By: Alexander Perezz WHERE ELSE COULD GOD BE? Veil draped lovinglyFine-knitted embroideryOver your death mask Now there is nothing for herNot then here there being to beWhere else could she be? UnfamiliarMammals eat their young aliveThey don’t moralize Funny how…
By: K. A. Williams Speed Of The Falcon The falcon perchedon the speed limit sign.It was Sunday,and there was no trafficin the neighborhoodat that time of day,so I stopped the car.But as soon as I hadthe camera on my phoneready…