By: Md. Saber -E- Montaha Darkness feeds on darkness. The bitter sedimenton the bottom of a pestered pastlike the perpetual penumbrasalways crawls giddily greedilyjust beneath the fathomless pool of pleasant possibilities. With a sudden fling,the engrossing bitterness rolls upwardin a…
By: Stephen Kingsnorth Hook When writing verse – it fills long hours –I like a hook to hang it on;it may be conversation heard,or observation of the herd,a picture with its questions posed,or challenge, teaser, crossword clues. The theme established,…
By David Francis Bleecker A girl in the barsaid What are you aboutI said A kind of datebut it didn’t work out She said she’d been thereI said I thought I was the only oneI guess you can be alonebut…
By: Sheila Elliott (Inspired by a painting of the same title by Vincent Van Gogh, displayed in an on-line collection of work by that artist by the Van Gogh Museum, Amsterdam.) You willed the bluest shadow an oak floor would…
By: Marion Horton There was a nursery rhyme gallop of a nearby train.Dum, diddle-um, racing to be on time.In her head, time stopped, then turnedto walk in its own shadow. Back, way back,to Ride a Cock Horse , that children’s…
By: Alex Andy Phuong Open closeUp and downDoing more than whatOne already knowsMade of glassOr metallicYet neverRemain staticElevate oneselfAnd avoid the problematicBecause everything goesEventuallySo lift oneselfSincerely
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. I had to hold your handto know you…
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 from afar.The wild boar piglets were born in…
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 the jungle. Immortality in retrospect,Past imperfect;She alone remembers…
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 like it is daylight.This past winter, there was…