Poem: Muse

By: Balu George The muse has deserted me. It’s a struggle, to say the least, To make the words soar, dip, straighten out. Evoke pathos, anger, passion, contempt. I will take anything. The […]

Poem: Time

By:  Cornelia Păun Heinzel Every moment has its own meaning, significance, For me, for you, for him. In every moment there is an action important For me, for you, for him. Time […]

Poem: Wanderers

By:  Lynn White All those lost people wandering the streets, perambulating among the purposeful passers by. Loose souls, dreaming products waiting to be fixed in frames, or pencilled in, placed on a […]