Category: Poetry
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The Dorian Gray Shock by Raymond Fenech Gonzi
Every single thoughtThat haunts my mindTakes me back in timeTo all those peopleI loved some still hereSome have passed,Many moons agoAnd though they’re goneThey are still here,In my heart, in my soul,In memories of long ago. Each one of themShared with me his wisdom:To stay human, endure pain,Even when this…
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New Patterns by Mary McAllister
Just when you notice your life as it is and not how you’d wish otherwiseRearrange all the bits like paper and stringA new pattern’s not hard to devise You think when you’re young you can simply reviseAnd take what you will on the wingJust when you notice your life as…
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on the porch with Pound by Craig Kirchner
Venice, evening breezes, the radio faint from the kitchen,the parched pain of a life’s labor, leaves of greatness,spraying into darkness, dangling limp in exhausted hands. Waves of soft moon-dyed mist break purple on the rail,the bubbles crest, exploding in canticles of silence. Daub the salt-stained stigmata, open the weeping pores,exude…
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Controlled Burn by Liz Hunt
Purposeful renewalwe burn down the forestsof our being sometimes we cannot waitfor them to blazedangerously, uncontrolled. We force ourselves to grow againto prepare for whenlife gives us no choice. Liz Hunt is a poet in New Jersey. Her poetry has appeared in the Collective World. Liz’s work is an honest…
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Nightfall in the Forest by John Grey
Trees, gun-metal dark,creak and moan.Mice scurry through the underbrush.There’s a hoot owl in their heavenand it promises to wreak hell. All is unhinged when the sun goes down.Long-held opinions dissipate in shadow.There’s no more bird song.Air fills with bat squeak instead.Hunger pushes some creatures into the open.Predators are unharnessed somewhere…
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Cypsela by Penelope Lee
my grandma is a lost hazy figure a scattering blur on the horizonfading in and out of reality, of something resembling sanity. she worships a rainbow of her own mind, pleading for some long-foregone benediction.hear her wild whispering to the wind, the drag of her body over the curve of…
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The Elves of Cheshire by Alex LeGrys
I once knew the elvesof Cheshire and drank theirpotions eagerly, begging forjust one more drop they live in shrunken housesand drink fine ales and organic wines,yet they fast till dusk if you haven’t done theirbidding they draw cedar wandsadorned with crystals,casting strange spells readfrom mass-producedpamphlets they watch their mirrors liketelevisions–…
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January by George Freek
An icy wind cracks the frozen trees.as icicles fall from the eaveslike rapier bladesI don’t comb my hair,or shave my beard.The face in the mirroris a stranger to me.The moon and the starslike the distant mountainslook safe in theirfar-off world,but they reveal scars,and are also fragile at best. George Freek’s…
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Ode to the Color Blue by Isabella Tran
Oh how I love and aspire to be the color blueIt is my favorite color but there is much more to it,It is the color of God’s crystal clear skies or his misty sky dewIt is the color of my inner, astrological sign, water, set in the stars that are…