By: Lynn Dowless Once upon a time in the valley of Blessed Nellby mountain side overhang, there stood a water well.I was young,there was so much to see,so sit down and listen to this story one must hear to believe….
By: Josh Brown A beautiful, moving examination of our destructive cruelty The pleasure of Portsmouth Poetry is that we get to meet, to know and to work with talented writers and artists to play a small part in their development…
By: Josh Brown Jericho Brown is the most exciting poet in the USA today. On May 4th this year he was awarded the 2020 Pulitzer Prize for Poetry for his latest collection ‘The Tradition’ which Pulitzer described as “A collection…
By: James P. Goss Atomic Bomb, Rising Sea Rejoice in the timeof your betrayal.Let it bring youto tears,the soft lightetching your facewith mercy. Doing battle,your energy declinesalong with the earnest convictionsso fondly embraced in your youth. ### Paperscrapers I walk…
By: Anjana Sanyal CATALYSTSWe used to count the starsOn the lining of my dark hairI counted the frecklesOn your back when I was on top of youWe look for love under the eyes where it stayedWhenever it glimmered in our…
By: Ram Govardhan Hey handsome gravedigger,at this spine-tingling witching hour,you’re digging an oblong ditch,for the frail, blood-soaked bodyof the sweet, rose-cheeked girlkilled by her dashing husband,who says he is a master mariner,back from the Andaman sea,after months, on a long…
By: Stephen McGhee Chimney Souls Porter spit sizzles upon the coalsI half engaged through inward eyeSoon released as chimney soulsTo dance with like in Dublin sky. To stoke this world a poker turnsAn ambers life to reigniteHypnotised by burning thoughtsI…
By: Mickey J. Corrigan White Night So I drive the van to the interstateand pull over by an overpasstake the M16from the back,stick a flag in the barrel. Yeah, it’s loaded. I’m loadedand my eyes are on fire. Sun’s roaring…
By: Lynn White Players The orchestra are tuned upready in their uniformblack costumesdressed so asnot to distractfrom the musicor the on stage dramadressed for invisibility. And those on stage are dressedfor the parts they’re playing,dressed for performancedressed to be noticeddressed…
By: Christopher Johnson We’re walking through the Cook County Forest Preserves,The Palos Preserves,Which sprawl southwest of Chicago,Like a beastly wilderness of hidden flora and fauna.The path humps up and down like the tail of a dragon—A trail benighted and spooked,…