Dr James G Piatt’s poetry collection ‘Solace between the lines’ is up for grabs. Dr Piatt’s latest collection of poems, travels the roads between spirituality and chaos, war and peace, and darkness and light. The poems are personal and philosophical,…
By Grant Guy pretty buy floyd knew water made itself scarce that summer the cattle withered to skin & bones the sheep were sold off the land was parched ranches foreclosed but like time the banks were eternal & found…
By: Lisa Suess A boy eats a pear – the sweetness of the fruit absorbs all his thoughts, he does not think about tomorrow, he does not think about whether democracy is over or his pension plan or whether pensions…
By: Enda Boyle After chart and charter were drawn up the battle-bugle sounded over A Coruña a fleet was anchored in the harbour. One-hundred-and-thirty ships furnished with bleached sails and gilded crosses awaited the orders of Duke Medina. On the…
By: Paul Smith Free Parking Is there any chance could it be that all our problems could be solved by parking for free or maybe just a lot with a modest fee? Imagine this connect the dots our globe connected…
By: Robert Levine An interesting but often overlooked subspecies of narrative verse is biographical poetry, relating the life story of a real person; a well-read friend of mine told me he didn’t know such poetry existed. Robert Penn Warren pioneered…
By: Daniel de Culla I woke up from a deep sleep And I came to the fields Leaving the bedroom And, as sorcerer and wizard I rose up to a leafy tree For watching sunrise. With great silence, softly The…
By: Keith Moul The Cratered Road to Malancourt: Doughboys Face the Meuse-Argonne Our general plows the muddy clay, then coughs: “Gentlemen, I approve the corps, division and regimental battle plans, without amendment.” Craters before Malancourt lie equaled beyond, a formation…
By: Suchoon Mo a man and a woman walk on the deserted beach side by side hand in hand they are going somwhere or nowhere his footprints are left behind him her footprints are following her ocean waves groan ocean…
By: Samuel Guest a walk spanning several blocks morning doves shuffling along front lawns as cardinals recite poetic verse in flocks of three to five the smell of burning firewood follows my stepfather and i around every bend before we…