By: Tom Sheehan Bones bang in the house, clutter of vellum lives; knobs of father’s eyes, like tender calf’s, burst once under strain of thick dosage that needled in his thigh, the coolest wedge of calamities, strong sugar epithet, fractional…
By: Angelo McCabe A bonfire burns in the silent holy night My body consumed by the fire that only you can ignite. I hunt for … what? Words — and the spirit that will be made flesh, that crave the caress…
By: Jessica Goody The tyranny of the blank page, mockingly white, like the frustration of my barren mind, seeking rich, rambling words, metaphors with plenty of meat on the bone. I gather synonyms to strew on the page, berry-picking phrases…
By: April Mae Berza If words could touch you, Let them caress you like a long lost lover, Weary from battle, the war of raw, An encounter with the inevitable. If words could touch you, Let the syllables play within…
By: Roger Still Beware the word with its hidden sinister violence Beware the suggestion the utterance the manipulative syllable A site of language production, blocks and shards of meaning falling from the sky threatening to bash us.
By: Michael C. Keith I try to deny myself illusions or delusions, and I think that this perhaps entitles me to try and deny the same to others, as long as they refuse to keep their fantasies to themselves. ––…
By: April Mae M. Berza Sometimes the truth is changing like the weather; We are not prepared if it would rain us with words or shine us with silence. There are days when a storm is a solace for it prepares…
By: Neelam Singh Vows vows and vows Torturous words to my ears now I do , I do , I do Do we really mean I do? Two words- I do The world kept looking through Innocent words- I do…