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Poem: Next Best

By: JD DeHart Are we simply on the next best piece, the brighter image, the greater resolution Do we so quickly turn away from the verdant former life of promise to the concrete shell Tell me, where is home in the…

Poem: Black

By: Mohammad Anas A colour, a skin, a hidden musing of an oppressed soul, It is a barrier between the outer world and its ultimate goal, In past,it was a portrayal of art from neolithic cave artist, At present, it is…

Poem: RIVERDAYS

By: Ted Mc Carthy I Dark is falling on the river, on the milk of insects, on eggs under the dockleaves, such dark as the long evening permits. The air is tart with the scent of herbs of forgetfulness, spores that…

Poem: Ghosts and Ruins

By: Ted Mc Carthy Ghosts are what we make in the mind of townlands not passed through, names like Clovis, New Mexico; faces put on people never met, known by name alone, living and dead; vision of rock before quarrying, sand…

Poem: Dancing with the Five Israeli Stars

By: Chuck Orloski “The people control nothing.” Paul Craig Roberts; “Washington leads the world to war,” (10/05/2016) Inside a terrible Bergen, N.J., barroom the Nag Champa incense burned slowly, German Beck’s beer still somehow flowed and Pink Floyd’s song Mother 1….

Poem: Re-love

By: Denny E. Marshall Time long past, since the romance gone Echo’s ring of favorite song Old notes restart softly once more Words the same stride different tune Piles of pettiness up in smoke Arguments in useless drawer In pile with…

Poem: Solitary Clouds

By: Denny E. Marshall Yesterday lots of clouds Today clear skies Few hours’ later One cloud appears Perhaps loneliness Is all about Being a day or two behind Two hours later Another single cloud appears

Poem: The Grapes

By: Lynn White The pub on the corner was known as ‘The Grapes’. I used to go there a lifetime ago, with one friend or another. It was my local, my space, my place, friendly and safe. I had no money,…

Poem: Who Am I

By: Lynn White When did I last know who I am? I wonder if it when I was a child, when I made up stories from my imagination. Was I separate then from the imaginary children with imaginary parents and imaginary…

Poem: Impression of Love-Mercy

By: Jeo Jenny Momma, what is Mercy? Cha-cha, mercy is something beyond vengeance and ego It can catch wounded hearts and nurses it Travels across the walls of ego Knows no harm even to the harmful The best example is “Love…