Cigarette
By Daisy Sanchez -- Tap, tap, tap. On the table my pen goes Tap, tap, tap. “Just one puff,” says my brain “Just one puff.” I know that I...
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- Apr 28
- 1 min
RECYCLING
By Sarah Das Gupta -- water polishes refines reduces to the essence the hand grasps a polished stone fine blue veins stretch across the...
- Apr 28
- 1 min
Heat
By Sarah Das Gupta -- Here is a strange stillness, a breathless waiting. And nothing moves In this deepest woodland, the green canopy is...
- Apr 28
- 1 min
An Englishman’s Right to Roam
By Sarah Das Gupta -- The word roam is itself a promise which embodies a leisurely freedom, a Will O’ the Wisp sort of dream, of...
- Apr 28
- 1 min
Socratic Soliloquy
By Catherine McGuire -- I watch bubbles swirl and pop; the dish soap’s tensile strength allows a bubble long(ish) life to travel across...
- Apr 28
- 1 min
The Mundane
By Corey Mesler -- Like food, like the hum of the tree as you approach: these things mark us here, keep us connected to the only truth,...
- Apr 28
- 1 min
The dog, older
By Corey Mesler -- Saskia has gone deaf. No more the call of the wild. It falls on stone. She can still sing, loud enough to disturb the...
- Apr 28
- 1 min
The Changeover
By John Grey -- The cardinal’s done with its sweet clear whistles. The veery’s song descends into silence. The distant wit-wit-wit of the...
- Apr 28
- 1 min
That Annoying Cow in the Dairy Section at Acme that Moos at You Whenever You Go to Buy Milk
By Robert Beveridge -- We have placed a granite altar between the heavy cream and the Irish butter, basalt molcajete atop it, tejolote to...
- Apr 28
- 1 min
Wirewalker
By Jim Burns -- You balance on moonbeams, but if you trip in the night and find yourself in deadly flight consider all the wires you’ve...
- Apr 28
- 1 min
Closing the Circle
By Jim Burns -- When I was young Death was old and due to its wisdom was in control. I was sick and didn’t care so Death grew bored and...
- Apr 28
- 1 min
Sunset Sadness
By Jim Burns -- You are standing by the window. A bank of clouds, sprawling gray and purple bruises on the sky, accepts the sacrifice of...
- Apr 28
- 1 min
Sunrise Echo
By Diane Webster -- Below the horizon the sun reaches up to touch the clouds once gray now brilliant orange and red sands splashing...
- Apr 28
- 1 min
straddling words
By Ed Higgins -- we all do it, of course but poets especially: like bareback bull riders bone-broken astride the arching back words buck,...
- Apr 28
- 1 min
SONNET
By Soeut Phal -- “I want your fiery flickering and scorching Dancing in the coals until ashes turns cold Arts components into heartfelt...
- Apr 28
- 1 min
Rainbow Bird
By Diane Webster -- Two birds glide through the waterfall’s mist arcing rainbow colors separating one side from the other. Birds soar...
- Apr 28
- 1 min
Poem Written by A Praying Mantis
By Adam Bloom -- The time passes anyway Doesn’t it? No matter what you do It will pass And you will pass too (and so) I've decided Any...
- Apr 28
- 1 min
Fake Nice
By Bruce Gunther -- You stand a few feet apart, wishing the coffee maker would hurry, exchanging the usual pleasantries about weather,...
- Apr 28
- 1 min
My Stifling Procrastination
By Bruce Gunther -- Exudes confidence. Exhales dust and ennui. Lets weeds grow. Stifles the urge to put one word in front of the other...
- Apr 28
- 1 min
Moving On
By Barbara A Meier -- The end table bit me back, fell into pieces, while the scratch won’t stop bleeding. My life moving on, until...
- Apr 30
- 1 min
Tending
By Janet Childs -- When I reach deep into those moments when we gift our energy; It fills the light with room to take a step forward into...
- Apr 30
- 1 min
Membrane
By Janet Childs -- The delicate membrane of this loving bond can be rent in a moment: an angry word a vicious retaliation a painful...
- Apr 28
- 7 min
VIKTOR’S VIOLIN
By Dan Keeble -- The cracked wind-weathered fingers of Viktor’s left hand swung the time-worn violin under his jaw. The bristles on his...
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