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The Color of ColorPoetry

The Color of Color

Tom StrongFebruary 5, 2023

doesn’t matter darks whites or colors the lint screen is always gray

UsPoetry

Us

HughLemmaFebruary 4, 2023

You, at home where sea and sand negotiate, where troposphere and tower fit like puzzle pieces; I, a rougher sketch of you, a stranger…

unceremoniouslyPoetry

unceremoniously

Michael AckerFebruary 3, 2023

a dear friend recently died unexpectedly voluntarily taking with him some of our pain and most of the answers leaving us with all the…

Touch (a Ghost addresses her Medium)Poetry

Touch (a Ghost addresses her Medium)

Marc WoodwardFebruary 2, 2023

Midwife to spirits, you call for water, circle the chairs, position the planchette, your fingers soft on old mahogany. The grace of touch - oh, how…

Yes, I know I am dyingPoetry

Yes, I know I am dying

Nolcha FoxFebruary 1, 2023

but don’t tell me I must leave, I must let go. You frighten me, the one I treasure, the one who holds my hand.…

.noted.Art, Poetry

.noted.

Sonja Benskin MesherJanuary 31, 2023

there have been a couple of incidents but now she is in disguise with different hair

ThuggeryPoetry

Thuggery

Marc WoodwardJanuary 27, 2023

ShrewingPoetry

Shrewing

Tom StrongJanuary 26, 2023

as she got old everything turned into something to fuss about upset till the end died trying to decide coffin or cremation

MY BOOK COSTS 7 BUCKSPoetry

MY BOOK COSTS 7 BUCKS

Daniel J. Flore IIIJanuary 25, 2023

my brain matter is worth 7 bucks read me on kindle and I’m worth even less my frustration is fourteen cents prolly my longing…

UsPoetry

Us

Robert (Stastny)January 24, 2023

There was a fork in the road, and I chose properly. The path ahead was beautiful, full of love, but the love was elusive.…

There are mornings whenPoetry

There are mornings when

Jay DoughertyJanuary 23, 2023

There are mornings when "Good Morning America" wakes me up and I don't need to open my eyes to know you're still not home…

Lost in a Small ClosetPoetry

Lost in a Small Closet

Dale PattersonJanuary 22, 2023

Bone yellow light from a forty watt bulb warms stale air and clings to the skin of my funeral coat. My starched cotton shirts…