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ZealotsPoetry

Zealots

Mike CasettaMarch 23, 2024

I discovered a dark cloud in my closet. I tried it on. It was soft & moist on my skin. I wore it to…

And holy holy, the life it heldPoetry

And holy holy, the life it held

Nathalie SpaansMarch 22, 2024

Parents, hear, whatever may come, you, you made life. If that is not your reason to drop down on your kitchen floor; to rubble…

The Dead Out HerePoetry

The Dead Out Here

james stephenMarch 18, 2024

a neon green frog grows on my keyboard imagine if he asks me do I need a lift to the fair? shall I go…

Little InfinitiesPoetry

Little Infinities

HughLemmaMarch 16, 2024

Smaller infinities hide in larger ones; they lurk between whole numbers, taunt us with infinite half distances and prospects of non-arrival. Words have only…

Charlie Goes to New CastlePoetry

Charlie Goes to New Castle

Robert (Stastny)March 15, 2024

Got a little blue when the band started playing easy tunes remember Ciarán when we were young, wasting away energies happy days come, gone…

Baba Yaga, a Twisted GhazalPoetry

Baba Yaga, a Twisted Ghazal

Susan PetersMarch 14, 2024

I am Baba Yaga, a hag, a toothless blend of wrong and right. I fear only the knights known as Morning Evening and Night.…

Two PoetsPoetry

Two Poets

Miya KoMarch 13, 2024

I'm torn between two poets: one yearns for the scent of bread and the other longs for soup; the bomb crater is a fireless…

The Love Death Cannot TouchPoetry

The Love Death Cannot Touch

Tom StrongMarch 12, 2024

I never knew what to say until the next spring when my child couldn’t wait to tell me the spot we buried his favorite…

Tribute from a Wooden HutPoetry

Tribute from a Wooden Hut

Ieuan ap hywelMarch 11, 2024

I was here on the cliff at glan-y-mor, his reverie. Below, the boathouse, washed a pastel shade of lemon doused by sea mists of…

Strand #1: AbstractionsPoetry

Strand #1: Abstractions

HughLemmaMarch 10, 2024

Silence My heartbeat outpaces the wall clock, the coffee maker exhales, old rain drips in the downspout, the dog wags her tail in her…

Pay rate sucks, butPoetry

Pay rate sucks, but

Obed LadinyMarch 9, 2024

out the cafeteria window of this skyscraper on the edge of lower Manhattan, I can see the waters below, waves and foams serpentine behind…

AfterlifePoetry

Afterlife

Sara ClancyMarch 6, 2024

1. Afterwards, we asked the mystery and were told nothing but starlight. It spoke to the hinge of small bones where memory reverses, the…