Interviewed by: Carol Smallwood Mary Mackey, with a B.A. from Harvard College and a Ph.D. in Comparative Literature from The University of Michigan, is a New York Times bestselling author and award-winning poet. Maxine Hong Kingston noted: “Mary Mackey’s poems are…
By: John Tustin DEFEATED A few days after the day When it all began for us You spoke to me, Hushed as if under house arrest And I could hear your voice Almost inaudible In my ear But clearly Nearly…
By: Linda M Crate you are no phoenix since you took things from me i can never have returned there’s only way to settle this, a life for a life; because an eye for an eye wouldn’t work i am…
By: Alan Berger The sky is fallingLike broken glassThe past is crawlingUp my ass The streets I strollAbducted my soulAnd took awayMy jelly roll The waves in oceansThat I may never seeAre spelling my nameAnd calling for me But what…
By: Euphonious Poet “Priceless or useless” I don’t know how to feel anymore I am but an instrument A tool to be used at your disposal You only need me when you want something from me Other than that I…
By: Edmund Weisberg The assignment given, with two whole days. Calamities rise! Pupils face the grade. Nature as topic, spurred by the sun’s rays. Addressing climate change, alas, forbade. The glistening sol nourishes us all. Erudite pedagogues await the verse….
By: Barry Vitcov Desdemona’s Corpse Desdemona is asked how to play a corpse Shallow breaths Running future lines in my head She said When confined to bed And my cells are almost done No longer subject to the sun When…
By Thy Young Shakespeare Background These poetry pieces are compilations of poems from a current draft novel called Elexander the 3rd. Set in the 1800s, an epic story presented as a fictional romance novel. The story depicts the romance between an English…
By: Hardeep Sabharwal 1. The way to end Ending slowly is Always better than Ending in a single moment When in a moment Any relation, object or person Comes to an end It is unbearable moment of separation But when…
By: James G. Piatt Thoughts in the Night The night is almost silent, only the gentile tic-tocking sound of the old grandfather clock heralding in the late hours, and the soft din of my thoughts stream softly into the atmosphere….