By: Alan Berger I have never been oneTo want to ascend to the eliteFor more days than someI’m lucky for shoes on my feet Even when young In The Village doing poppers’ I never had a hat hung On the…
By Mark Lindsey Under the cool water there lives a lady. She sings a sad song of world’s past. Of how they rose and sank, And never dreamed of a better place. Where freedom and beauty are the lords, And…
By Mark Lindsey Emotion. That Magical nymph so bare. Heeding only unknown drives, Her life one with the tree stability. Together yet apart they exist. Time. Friend and foe to all. Wearing and tearing at the tree. And as time…
By Chinese Poet Yuan HongriTranslated by Manu Mangattu The Coast of Time In the pink and white golden words Of the day outside the garden of gods Is the hometown of thy soul. Far before the world was born The…
By Mark Kodama The monarch butterfly pauses and hesitates Bending the orange flower under its weight, Before moving on its way To fulfill tasks of its busy day, Trivial to us but important to him. The ant struggles to lift…
By: Shamar English GLOOM The room is the exterior of a muddy tan truck. The walls are a labyrinth of cracks, dirt, chipped paint, and protruding nails. The carpet is sitting underneath pounds of grunge, vomit stains, mildew, crud, hair,…
By Linda M Crate i can only assume there is no warmth in your heart for me, and so i have gone away; not to wound you but in protection of myself— so many thoughts and words i swallowed down…
By: Bill Arnott Bejewelled Skeleton Northwest Cornwall, a mild Tuesday in March Carbis Bay – Hayle Towans waves wash, shucked oyster brine aroma gannets glide, acrylic daubs in white crushed bivalves underfoot glint of stucco flecked with glass cuttlefish and…
By: Paweł Markiewicz haiku about thaw early spring and thaw I writing summer poems with romantic time the last thaw in spring I think about migration of summer first crane ## A clean ontological matter These two haiku can be…
By: Ian C Smith He reminds her to put tea in the pot, can tell she thought she already had, drinks it black. Her fridge a health hazard, no milk, tea’s bitterness is preferable to the chaos of a meal,…