Category: Poetry
Two Poems | Lynn White
Time Passes The pier is still standing but it’s all that remains. No boats will tie up there again. The sea has moved away from here so there aren’t any fishermen to bring in their catch or to hang their rods over the side. The fish have left with the sea and time stands still […]
Two Poems | Juanita Rey
THE SHAKE OF THE HEAD I’m sitting on a park bench, with paper and pen, working on a new poem. Only old men stop and ask me what I’m doing. I say, “Writing poetry. They shake their heads and move on. Then I spy this guy I know. He comes […]
Two Poems | Andre Peltier
Clear Walloon To sleep the sleep of days, cleansed by the water of clear Walloon. To sleep the amphibian sleep of salamanders, sirens and mudpuppies, eyes shut tight like The Annex doors on Sunday morning. In a den of simplicity, caring not for the big city or the shadows in the dark, caring not […]
Three Poems | Ahmad Al-khatat
When I Live and Die I don’t have to look up at the stars again, I won’t hold. the blade of shame against my flesh by myself in my room. I shed a tear like an alcoholic. I laugh and laugh like a smoker. then I dance up there like a clown wondering […]
Three Poems | David Howerton
—In front of coffee shop— Slim jeans strut by impish smile leading, trip on feet she doesn’t care sways hips even more. —getting by on— Friday the 13th again, just another day, getting by. Doesn’t seem like much, yet you live through so many, wanting something to reach out…. Of […]
Four Poems | Patricia Nelson
So Many Serpentine Monsters This thumb-wide, hissing spine grew fatter as you slept. A crooked line now slips across the daylit stones and lifts the blue light in a swaying mouth. Pause your thudding boots, your bright-red, stumbling heart. Let strangeness taste you with its split gray tongue. […]
Le Marais | Stephen House | Poetry
her voice caresses my moment and i snap too – shaken back from the fog to this moment in Le Marais, where i have stopped my never-ending pacing, my foot peeling mind numbing crawl, all day and into the dawn. and she continues in words i can’t grip but should. i’ve been here awhile now […]
Only The Gods Know | Abu Ibrahim | Poetry
I once asked my grandpa why he chose to be an atheist I wondered because he seemed like someone kissed by the gods His body elevated from the chair, and then he said, “When the slave masters came, my father held tight to his gods How could the gods betray him? That morning, he spilled […]
Three Poems | Edward Lee
AGAIN OR NOT Memories leak from me like sweat shed through sickness alone, when once I could recall every detail of my life, good or bad. Is this getting older, or self-preservation, my present self no longer able to deal with the collected pain my dozen or so scars are solid proof of? […]
Three Poems | Leslie Dianne
Dear Earth Dear Earth: your daffodils are just buds today shrinking from the frost digging their roots into you for comfort leaning into the grass blanketed by the breeze The shouts of children and a jaybird’s song weave through the air and hover above the beginning bloom of your soon to be flowers […]