By: John Grey HERO Not that I think one is required hut if you do feel the need then I am available. But I’m warning you, my past efforts have been failures. Your mother, remember her, said something like, “Hero,…
By: Simon Perchik Step by step you limp behind yet it’s the Earth that’s whittled down holds on to the scraps as mornings and the little stones these graves heat with sunlight –you’re warmed the way one shoe lights up…
By: Paweł Markiewicz for the sake of sea wolves cribbed pearls the pirates are dancing aboard despite of a seagull-like angriness lories as well as the pearls a meek hoard of the sea wolves dreaming of the propitious lories and…
By: Paweł Markiewicz Something of Hungary would give thanks to Austria for the historic-ontological suitableness, a weird-like spirit. I was with my hound in front of the primordial oak I harvested there tree glamorous-meek acorns I have left behind the…
By: Jake Cosmos Aller It’s a Dog’s Life For Me I’d like to come back In my next life As a dog A dog’s only worry Is its next meal All it has to do Is wag its tail And…
By: RC deWinter dissimulatus we all carry a secret self a jumble of mistakes shame ambition desire passionate fire anxious to be seen without blame to be the object all admire so wear a mask when standing in the public…
By: Paweł Markiewicz Become a superb troubadour who lovesan eaglet in the starry night full of autumn miracle fulfilled inthe meek ontology! Taste a beverage of holt-like fairies from a stunning tumbler – to witthe cranberry juice and some dew enchantedin the metaphysics! Sit…
By: Charlene Pierce Freedom Flock and rise as one. A chorus of wings breathe the sound with diastolic release and soar. ### Breath of Life Fragmented, scattered like dust hidden in the corners, coating the spaces of unreachable places, the…
By Ian C Smith Frankston generations on from war’s aftermath, English immigration lured by its bayside setting, its regular train service connecting Melbourne. End of the line. The very end. True, the posh whizz past by freeway to their holiday…
By Heena Mahajan Choice is Meditation not Weed A lonely person, A wanderer how I choose to live diffused life when others are sparkling like chandelier…. I geared up to realize the importance of group always laughing at sights tried…