By: David Hanlon Night comes as quickly as snap-shut eyes, or the quick blink in the mirror before noticing how time has lined my forehead. A wealth of experiences between temple skin folds. I hold them all here on my face…
By: Linda M Crate it’s no skin off my nose if you don’t like me my heart is a skein of stars not everyone knows to make of, but i am a tapestry of galaxies woven into bones; i don’t…
By: Linda M Crate september wakes heavy on my bones for all it’s golden beauty i am always wound in nightmares of you because this is when you stole a piece of my soul i’ll never get back wish i…
By: John Tuttle Love. ‘Tis unique to the self-named humankind. The strongest emotion, the capital virtue. It is not an element solely of the mind. Love: potent, everlasting, undying, true. Love. Her offspring is life, new life. I want a…
By: Kimberly Potter Kendrick she tried and tried b u t it was never enough t h e r e was no right answer n o r correct decision e v e r y facet of her life C H…
By: Kelly Miller Making longwinded strokes painting a picture worth 1,000 words and more White washing life so my true colors won’t show through Cleaning the chalk from the slate again Does my life really imitate my art, shades of grey?…
By: Adrian Slonaker If you assume I remember you take hay fever medication every August; your meals must be prepared macrobiotically; you stroll alone through churchyards when you wish to reflect, if you assume I feel the swirling cyan of your…
By: Rajnish Mishra Life-long have I envied others many a line, Will someone ever envy One of mine? My verse born now, Fresh – dead until read. Someone, anyone, yes, you – If only you read it! Would you call it…
By: Rajnish Mishra My poems are signed anonymous, For anonymous they are, From somewhere they come, Sometimes. Who makes them? What time? Which place? In what climes? I think not I fathom it all. I know it as true, That there…
By: Ryan Quinn Flanagan There is a ceiling to everything. Once you look up from the floor it is there. Some are vaulted to provide the illusion of progress. Most are simple plaster stained with nicotine and water damage. This one…