By: Gareth C The moon had cooked up a stew of cloud, but blamed the sea. Serving it to the mountains that sat in their own height. We were hit first as rain sizzled on the tents skin. I watched the…
By: Ruth Deming She curves like the crescent moon tiny blossoms with Roman noses of deep character, serious flowers who know the importance of every single day, to treat well your brethren, bow before them, pass them food when they’re…
By: Angelo McCabe Though at Death’s door Or perhaps she at mine No one answers; what of that? And yet, my heart and soul hang by one last breath, the thinnest of twine. With myvery last ounce Like a fool I…
By: Kimberly Potter Kendrick Fierce throbbing Lightning strikes Ignore, I try Unbearable moments Tears, I cry not I ask not why Grey overcast skies A grimace hidden behind As a sliver of sun appears Perhaps there is hope A facade….
By Adreyo Sen Man on the Phone Unconscious he is that unconsciously He is a thing of beauty, One hand poetic elegance As it addresses the air, The other a bracket ended by slender metal Transporting him to a world…
By: Linda M Crate you want empathy, compassion, respect, honor, and the world; everything for free— you want me to crucify myself because you both fear and loathe my power and the beauty of my dreams because they can cut…
By: Linda M Crate i was a cancer born under an aries moon stubborn is an understatement of the century, and my temper glows brighter than even the whitest or bluest star; i am a passionate being full of love…
By: Linda M Crate the government isn’t a corporation, and even if it were we don’t approve of the way you’re running it; mr. president, there was another time were facts and science were shunned and we called it the…
By: Balu George There are trees with auras and slow trains with character. Strawberry jams which delight, and thunderclaps, thunderclaps! Earth, sky, fire, wind, water. There are fast cars which gun down the road, And chubby babies who smell of talcum…
By: Ryan Quinn Flanagan archetypal gag reflex 300 years away the pail under the sink is growing mouldy and impatient fussy as a petulant child the handle broken off how is the view from prison? do they read your mail? smuggle…