Categoría: poetry
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“talking about god” by John Yamrus
talking about god wasn’tone of thethings on Ernie’s list. i mean,i want to believe,i really do, but what’s the point, right? andhe’d stand there,on the beach, arms crossed, looking at us, waitingfor someoneto come along,take his picture anddeclare that everythingeverywhere was all right,and was never gonna change,for now and forever…
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The Annual Sale by Kushal Poddar
The books with broken spines our library sells in an annual event never fail to bring her, and that’s the one time we see her, ever more brittle, paler, onion skinned, more silent with a trace of a smile fixated on her face. This year we shall miss her. We…
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«The Remedy» by Precious Magdaleno
«The Remedy» by Precious Magdaleno Have you ever felt it?some are little, some are big,stones in your chest, heavy to lift,each one whispering not enough,and their echoes sharperthan a dagger’s breath in the middle of nowhere. Have you noticed it?your soul crawls through shadows,tired, hopeless,thirsty for a light it can’t find,yet drowning in the…
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Featuring “Discovering Sea Glass” by Brian Mahoney
A long passage of time and creativity are blended together in this 2nd poetry collection by Brian Mahoney. Brian showcases changes in his own life and in society from the 2010s to the early 2020s. There is an authentic focus on the resonating power of one’s own memory, personal/professional milestones,…
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TENDER STEMS by Margaret Watson
Tender stems dare not risk another bleed. They water their own flowers. Yet the ache it does not feed. The hunger of desire. In the hush, subliminal messages soak each petal. Unopened buds swell in anticipation of hands that softly peel back the layers of dead leaves. This ache has…
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«My Soul Remembers You» by Bianca Alina
«My Soul Remembers You» by Bianca Alina I am the word that starts burning as soon as your pen touches the blank page.I am the clay that turns into a goddess when molded by your skilled hands.«Our story is yet to unfold, my love,» you whisper to me,And my soul…
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Harbour by kushal Poddar
We parted in front of the gate. The male security guard talks to his female counterpart on the other side about the riverside he took his family to and how his daughter spoiled the day with her swinging mood. You smile at me while the female guard’s hands sail through…
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“she put one hand” by John Yamrus
she put one hand ontop ofthe otherand pulledthe skin smooth andlooked at me and said: i used to be young once…i used to beyoung.
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Perchance Dreaming by Edward Ahern
A third of my life is spent being disappointed. Some men can dream of riches, sex or glory, my dreams are of getting and staying lost, of repeating grunt work over and over, or of providing favors without thanks. Just occasionally, a grudging pittance is tossed me by a snide…
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“From Tsukiko, While Watching the Moon”© 2025 by Michael L. Utley
“From Tsukiko, While Watching the Moon”© 2025 by Michael L. Utley I have waited long enoughamong midnight forestsand somnolent bamboo grovesthe furtive whispersof pensive yureia forlorn supplicationto dissolve furtherinto the rayless worldof lost soulsto seek the sleepof bōkyaku cloistered amongsusurrating reedsI bathe my feetin Sanzu’s nocturnal tearsadorned in fragrantwillow shadowsas…
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DELICATE SOULS by Margaret Watson
Ballerina’s with scars. Delicate souls walk on tiptoes. Too afraid to feel. In case their hearts shatter like glass. Because they know. Love is often as fragile as a gossamer thread. To believe it real or dare to pirouette across its length is too big a risk. And so they…
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«She Is My Silent Prayer» by Friscia Magbanua
«She Is My Silent Prayer» by Friscia Magbanua She is my silent prayer—the one I never dare to say out loud,afraid the sky might answerwith silence. I hold her namelike a fragile candle in the wind,flickering betweenalmost and never. Some nights I let her go—tell myself she was onlya lesson…
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The Antiseptic Cage by Kushal Poddar
I tell him to sit on the wooden bench, mimic a still-life while I seek the doctor who saw him last time. He murmurs, «Nothing heals, remains, except perhaps a few skulls in the wrong places and the emptiness stuck in them.» I shake my head and head toward the…
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Ageless Love by Tony Ashenden
Let us not think of moonless skies of sun dark nights or ticking clocks. Waste not the waking hours with joys remembered evoking memories of flowers green atop with bloom that once did please both hand and eye perfumed and wedded senses on anniversary. Ignore the relentless patter of news…
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«REFLECTIONS» by Elena Maria Mana-ay Parcon
«REFLECTIONS» by Elena Maria Mana-ay Parcon Pastel skies too slowTo bring the night,And the night, the dawnThe incandescent moon too discreetTo beckon the earthAnd the earth, the windThe endearing love too subtleTo soothe the wounded heart,And the wounded heart, the confused mindAmidst and beyondTreading the vastto nowhere. Author’s Bio Elena…
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Off The Wall by Lynn White
“Ceci n’est pas de la soupe de tomates” Magritte might have said with irony. But even off the wall straight from the can the same may be said! And language spills out with the contents. “Quelle horreur!” say the gourmets in French. But Warhol was as American as Magritte was…
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