Category: Poetry
Three Poems|Peniel Gifted
COUNTRY BY THE RIVERSIDE Here lies a country- By the riverside of dolor Tapping nutriment from Runnels of Hades. Her cubs sip from bass In gushing songs- lunching Beebread, tanks wailing. Her husband- floater like a Widowman, nesting at Bermuda’s Bank, angel expecting- one day My kindred soul will be back. DARKEN […]
Three Poems|Sofiat Omowumi
LIFE OF A VIRGIN Sometimes, I see my waist Clad in your arm’s shawl. I feel your succulent lips on mine Like a well-cooked cow-hide as we take in each other’s breath. Then, I see myself underneath you, You unlock the door beneath my navel With the key between your thighs and we feed […]
Four Poems|Katie Berger
Factory Night Shifts My dad slept all day. I played the piano so quietly and slowly I heard the hammers hesitate before each note. And with my brother I fought for limbless GI Joe torsos in spitty whispers. Who controlled the remote controlled little: mute Ninja Turtles, mute Clarissa, mute coyote off a cliff, […]
Room| Maed Rill Monte|Poetry
The entire length of flesh is room for growth a warpaint called race could paint peace if the colors found a new canvas a fresh method to scrutinize the untravelled stretches A region of escape we could settle in if we directed the lights to each other’s body the beating of the […]
Four Poems|Paul Tanner
welcome to the Chrysomelidae family wanna bag? I ask. no, he says. so I scan his stuff up and tell him the price and he taps his card against the machine and there’s the beep and the receipt comes chugging out and then he goes oh actually, I will have a bag, […]
Three Poems|Peniel Gifted
I HAD ONCE I had once loved life For its zippy smiles Racing like cool igloos To my quacking fry. I had once sat Under the dismal roofs Of soaring trees, Here and there, looking. I had once crammed Particles with fickles In the greyish table Of brownish felt. Of course, I […]
Four Poems|Peycho Kanev
Reminder You must always be—you always have to be yourself. Each branch on the trees outside is different from the rest, every leaf, too. Each puddle of mud reflect the moon in its own way. The fire in the stove is never the same. The cold, too. The world is ubiquitous, the world […]
October sunset |Ramachandran M A |Poetry
east window– how many moons in the courtyard? October sunset– how many sunsets in me father? how long have you been here in the air father? who is murmuring it tonight in my ears, father? over the eastern hill full moon tonight– where could you go in an evening like this […]
Three Poems|Shana Ross
Edge I went out early ahead of the rain thinking this will motivate me to run faster to beat the storm home I found myself alone on the trails this weather is not for the faint-hearted the air swirls warm and cold the sky dark heavy coming towards us and I’m running, running to […]
Two Poems|Stephen House
built to offer wherever i stop my wandering to stay for a stint in another place be it new room or share house caravan park or tent site or in the bush alone away from others whatever country i’m currently in i create a sort of shrine or altar outside my inside sleeping spot […]