
By: Jim Murdoch Lives, Lived and Unlived Poems don’t have meanings.They have vague possibilities and much the same can be said of life.We desperately seek the meaning of lifeall the while failing […]
By: Jim Murdoch Lives, Lived and Unlived Poems don’t have meanings.They have vague possibilities and much the same can be said of life.We desperately seek the meaning of lifeall the while failing […]
By: Michael Gerard Rinse Steady handsFists pre-bloodied,Ready for the skirmishPromised by tomorrow. Trepidation calls outEagerly, contemptuously,Nibbling at the frontal lobe,Soon to be gnawing. The day comes,The room heats.Smog muddies the airas brutality […]
By: Tony Walt I am doing nothingat the pool todayclouds drowsing above someone is bombing citiessomeone is screaming in trafficsomeone is stuck in a broken elevator I scratch my belly andfeel the […]
By: Stephen Kingsnorth Daily Scrip It’s pit against mind behind screen.And is it evens, you can win?Addictive, just one dose a day.Why is it, Wordle, reaches parts?If logic leads your disciplines,your bell […]
By: Enrico Barigazzi. The troubadours They were skirmishing with ink and letterscomposing stanzas putting together lineswhile crowned heads and princesses were dancingin their courts full of lights and shines they’ve passed through […]
By: Thomas Doerksen Sitting in the blue snow Hoods of geese lurk in the river’s wardrobe.The winter branches comb the night wind, its low moaning sifts away the grit of my distraughtthat […]
By: Ankita Roy Choudhury Memory clouds watchus counting sand onbeaches. They toosearching for you, silverlinings. I believe, a bodyfor two. Nani , didn’t knowyou were blind to sound,deaf to light. You knewthe […]
By: April Mae M. Berza Dale As the Moon’s Embrace Dale is the sweetest metaphora poet like me could never fathomsince metaphors could no longer encapsulate the nuances of the moonas well […]
By: J. K. Durick Fading Into Sitting here like this, it’s the snap of timethe slap of time – minutes, hours, whole days,weeks fading into – into… Perhaps it’s time’s wing’d chariot, […]
By: Carl Papa Palmer We raised rosesrelished by usand by the loads of lovely ladybugs,tended thymetrimmed by usand by our overabundance of bunnies,weaved wisteria for usand for the haven of one hundred […]