Category: Poetry

  • Blank Screen by Bruce Gunther

    Blank Screen by Bruce Gunther

    All this day with its weight of stone –with its terrible freight of unmoving time. The walls inch closer as we cometo grips with the torpor of sameness. Let’s do something, anything, we say,even if it’s simply flipping the bum a quarter. What genius is he hiding, after all, ensconcedunder…

  • Breezed, From Maine by Meg Peters

    Breezed, From Maine by Meg Peters

    Literary illusions,chased, I bite my tongue, the phonograph is still,listen close, lean in nowthe past sounds like an interstate a phonograph or a window, city traffic hums,I wonder what you think about, things have been quiet, here, but maybe one day we will drive, past falling leaves, August rain. and…

  • GOODBYE GOODBYE by Lara Abuali

    GOODBYE GOODBYE by Lara Abuali

    In my dreams you come to meemaciated and starving, a sick dog,clinging onto my arm.You took and took, pulling the marrowfrom my bones until I was empty.I watched you as you grew and grew,the gluttony taking hold until I had no flesh left.Still it wasn’t enough.Your mouth was slick with…

  • A Pond Discovery by John Grey

    A Pond Discovery by John Grey

    The pond is almost hiddenin thick rushesbut I spy the periscopeof an egret head,hear the rattling cryof a kingfisher.There are no secretsfrom the eyes and ears. It’s wider and deeperthan I expected.Enough to interesta merganser pair.Enough amphibian mating callsto form a belching choir. Fish, too tiny to name,slither about the…

  • The Festival by Jeff Lewis

    The Festival by Jeff Lewis

    There was a festival that day,I don’t remember what it was called.I remember the soft curve of her cheek,I remember the way she padded gentlyacross the earthas though afraid of leaving a permanent mark.I remember her cries of delightas I won the little stuffed tigerafter seven futile attempts.I remember how…

  • What Makes Us All Connected by Maid Corbic

    Faith has become synonymous with everything today.That I must simply saythat it somehow changed meAbsolutely for the better, as I am a Christian. People are bothered by any change today.but I find it’s for my eyes only.and that I feel so fulfilledWhen I light a candle every Sundayand I enjoyed…

  • Eyes With Fear by Ramzi Rihani

    Eyes With Fear by Ramzi Rihani

    Drumrolls are heard from behind the mountainsPeople prepare for the festivities to startLittle do they know that the end is nearAs the rage of war fills the eyes with fear Lovers pick up daffodils in the prairiesOblivious to the sound of rocketsWarmongers pledge an encounter with GodNegotiating contracts broad and…

  • togetherness by Holli Terrell-Cavalluzzi

    togetherness by Holli Terrell-Cavalluzzi

    insidethe wax widensdrips around the candleilluminates your face in a soft light. i trust you. there is a clock.the small handstops telling time. outsideis a bare piece of paperwaiting… Holli Terrell-Cavalluzzi lives in Wilmington North Carolina where she has made a home by the coast. She spends her days writing…

  • My Heart’s Unthwarted Sentiment by Bob McNeil

    My Heart’s Unthwarted Sentiment by Bob McNeil

    Captcha,Here is my answer:I am,Quite regrettably,Human.Although I wishI wereA combinationOf wiresAnd programsLike you.This way,I could uninstallAll memoriesOf mankind’sUnkindness. Bob McNeil wrote Verses of Realness (https://tinylink.net/muF6C). Hal Sirowitz, a former Queens, NY Poet Laureate, called the book “a fantastic trip through the mind of a poet who doesn’t flinch at the…